[yusuke's hand mixing the paints stills for a moment, glancing down at his makeshift palette (it's a piece of cardboard) as he lingers on ren's words, his tone. it takes him a moment to reply, resisting the urge to get entirely wrapped up in his thoughts.]

... I'm sorry to hear that. You're welcome to stay here for as long as you like.

[if he can ease some of ren's pain, yusuke will be satisfied. and he won't feel so selfish for imposing on ren or harboring desires for him, either. gently he places a hand at the back of ren's neck.]

I wouldn't mind that at all. Now, then... this will take a while, so please speak up if you need to move or stretch for any reason.