The lack of a reply was probably answer enough. Yosuke's breathing had slowed and deepened, made more obvious by the funny angle he'd twisted himself into. As if he'd attempted to roll over after all and stopped halfway through. His shirt pulled up on the side from being dragged, showing off the bottom of his rib cage. He abdomen had a layer of wiry muscle just starting to show underneath. Not a six pack by far, but slightly better than the taught, smooth expanse it had started as.

Frankly, he looked ridiculous lying there with the frozen vegetables on his face, long legs starting to slide off the end of the sofa.