[It's a lovely evening. Souji cracks the window as the instant ramen seeps on the kitchen counter, letting in the night-air. There's still beer left in the fridge, and he goes to help himself as he waits. It's been an odd last few days-many significant things have happened all at once. Even someone as thick as him could notice that something's hanging in the air. From Kanji confessing to Naoto to Yosuke's blatant insecurities; and then there was his own slip-ups.
He doesn't take long to ponder it, as the timer pings and he heads over with wooden chopsticks to dig into his instant meal.]