"I'd try because I care about you," Yuya clarifies, because Strange doesn't matter to him for simple altruism. Strange matters to him as a close friend, and Yuya's put so much of his heart into nurturing that because he's wanted to be close, to be liked, to make Strange proud.

Now he feels like he's just hitting a wall, and a cold reality. He rubs his eyes, to try and dry the tears away, but he doesn't look back at Strange.

"I don't know what else I can do," he sniffs. "You won't let me help you when I try. You tell me you're fine, but you're not."

It's crushing, to feel like it doesn't mean enough.