[ Souji reaches his hand up and rubs his index and thumb into his eyes, laughing again - this time, with more sincerity to it. Even if he feels the strain of this, he has to... power through it. He has to do it, as the leader, and as Yosuke's friend. Because, after all, he might remember him again, and he wouldn't want to be scolded for how he acted when his best friend didn't have his memories.

He'll hold out that hope. He has to.

His hand drops, and he hooks his thumb in his pocket, amusement quirking one corner of his mouth. Everything is fine, and Souji will focus on that. Just fine. ]

It's been a long month. [ Past couple of months. ] But don't worry, that's probably the least offensive thing that you're going to encounter in the afterlife. At least you can always eat and never gain weight?