She hadn't expected that Minato would take the lead, but on the other hand, it was probably for the better as she tried to regain back her focus. So she let her feet move on their own, letting her hand hang in his; on a normal day Yukari wouldn't have dared to allow this in fear of the sort of implications everyone else around them would get, but at the moment, the thought never crossed her mind.

Once an open spot on the sofas had been reached, reluctantly she let go, pulling her hand back and looking back up at him in an apologetic manner; he shouldn't have done this for her, no matter what the situation was.

Yukari sat down gently, unlike before where she took a rather ungraceful fall into the cushions, placing closed fists upon her knees. Even as Minato sat beside her, her fingers fidgeted anxiously, and she stared down hard at them.

The silence couldn't last forever, but Yukari didn't have the faintest idea where to begin. It didn't feel right at all going on to explain why all of this was wrong.

But there was one question that came to mind-- a very simple one, but Yukari hoped that those two words managed to sum up more or less everything that crossed her mind the second he first turned to face her.

"Minato-- how?"