Dense as he was, Toru didn't notice Kazuya crying until he was embraced. The sound the boy made was distinctly different from, say, Misaki's sobs. But once they were close enough, the otaku saw the obvious wetness on the bandages around the other's eyes, and realized. With a gentleness born of his fear of accidentally opening Kaz's wounds, he hugged him back as tightly as was safe.
"Y-you won't lose me. I'm safe, now... b-but I want you to be safe, too. And now that you're a part of this group, you might be a future victim, too..." Fear made his voice tremble more than usual. "D-don't worry, please... I-I can... w-we can protect you."
Toru brought up one hand to caress Kazuya's bandaged face, barely touching it for fear of putting him in more pain. "But... you're suffering now, aren't you... a-and it's not even in Paradise or anything... I-I don't know if those guys can help with that..." Was it good to have tear-soaked bandages like that? It didn't seem healthy.
"I... I'll help you, though." Using the hand he already had upon Kaz's face, he indicated the messy swath of bandages. "D-do you want me to change those? It's... not a job for one person, a-and I know it's not healthy to leave them like that for so long..."