Nobody in the carnival has been fine for a while. Certainly not Yuya.

He snaps his attention back to Strange, wide-eyed. It's a little pathetic, the hope in his expression as Strange agrees to talk to him. He smiles, losing his hesitance as he takes a step closer.

"Of course I will." Because Strange is his friend, and he cares. He's already way off the edge and a little desperate for this to be the friendship he thought it was.