[A volley back, quicker and without all that wet weight: ] Oh! Not like...

[He did work a lot. It didn't really feel bad or anything. Mostly, he just kept thinking about how pleased with him Yoshiki would be...

When he realized he wouldn't be going along, it was the memory of Yoshiki's reaction to the hotel booking that made Link force himself to stop crying and tell Yoshiki to go ahead.]

...I didn't mean about money or whatever! I don't care about money except for Yoshiki shit and cool shit and delicious shit. [Oh, very responsibly,] And budget-and-living-expenses shit. 'Course.

[He flops onto the bed, face-up, holding Yoshiki's pillow to himself. His sound is somewhere between a sigh and a hum.]

No, I just meant... I don't want you to go and it's all bad... if it has to suck 'cause I miss you, I at least don't want it all to suck. 'Cause... [He doesn't know how to put it into words--and it's gotten easier to forego doing that when he can just press himself to Yoshiki and press Yoshiki into him and--

Ugh.]

It's important to you... That's all. But yeah, I definitely want a souvenir. [He sniffles, sheepish before he even asks--] You miss me too...?