[Startled, but sensing that something is flying clean over his head, Yosuke opens his mouth.

And closes it again.

Presently, when Souji finally pulls away, he coughs.] Well, uh... A drink first sounds good to me! There'll be plenty of places still open, right? We didn't get back too late. [He hazards a light pat on Kanji's shoulder, only marginally less awkward than continuing to stand there and stare, and tries to catch his eye.] You up for that? Don't push yourself.