Yuya actually takes the glass, sniffing the contents. And then his face wrinkles up in disaste and he holds it back out to Lambert.

"I don't know if it's fighting." He doesn't meet Lambert's gaze, not wanting to say it might just be over. "I don't think we were friends the way I thought we were."

Or rather, he thought he meant more to Strange. And how much Strange means to him means nothing.