[His breaths are heavy, and he's holding back sniffles even still. He can help but take in the way she smells as he does so and it sends a surge through him that makes him want to pull her a bit closer.]

[He always liked her, yes - that crush was undeniable. But being here, like this - in this situation is a fierce reminder of how important she is to him and the idea of that slipping away is horrifying. To go back to just "Yosuke-senpai" -- where they were friends because of a common goal and mutual friends but not much else is something so crushing that he actually feels a pain surge through his chest - enough to cause his breaths to become shorter, more labored for a moment.]

[Finally, in-between these breaths and while failing horribly at holding back just a few tears (boy, talk about feeling lame--), he manages a few words. His voice is shaky, but the resolve - his tone - behind it is solid.]

I'm not going anywhere. Not without everyone else. We're not losing each other, and... we're not losing our memories. We can't.