There really was nothing so fulfilling as human contact. Merely the reciprocated hug, and the glancing touch to his face had the power to settle him down with an almost frightening efficiency. The palm of Toru's hand was warm, and he was being completely gentle.. A last, ragged sigh escaped Kaz's lips. The finishing note of his normal impassive guard being dropped. It was wholely pleasant. Moments with Toru, just like this. Where words could seal the most troubling matters away. Just one individual's oath of protection. The one that mattered the most.
But, at Toru's indication of his continued pain, he only offered a light (and what was closest to a) smile. He briefly considered asking if Toru a question about what might be behind the bandages. But, well, he did need help.. And the wetness of the bandage cloth was becoming irritating against the skin beneath. And so, he detached his lanky arms from about the other. The gloved hands rose to Kazuya's neck, digits searching for where the bandages had begun. Ah, there it was. The staples came apart easily enough, all he needed to do was pull sharply. The cloth unraveling as quickly as he pulled. And what the bandages had one concealed, was now open to view.
The other side of Kazuya's face was not a pretty sight. Simply put, it was a borderline disturbing array of markings that did not look anywhere near comfortable. It was hard to find a starting point and an endpoint to the trouble, especially as it did not only encompass the once-veiled side of his face. It descended completely to his neck, and possibly beneath the collar of his coat. The first, and perhaps least serious appeared to be the bruising. His now visible eye itself was a bruised, blackened thing. It appeared that swelling had once existed, but had seriously diminished since the initial bruising. As well, welts from whatever blunt object had come in contact with his face scattered about his jaw and towards his neck. Some of which were not entirely random, as they followed almost straight lines. The secondary factor that marred his face was small, swelled up black dots on his face. They were not pimples or moles, but burns. It appeared as if something very hot had been doused directly on his flesh, repetitively so. Roughly seven such marks were placed across his skin: three on his neck, four on the side of his face. And finally, it seemed as if some sharp object had also come in contact with his facial area. As three visible scar marks were apparent from just beneath his eye to his jawline. Something capable of slashing had been dragged down the skin, deep enough to cause such a sign to be left. They appeared recent, as well, for the latter two marks had not completely healed. Some dried blood still scattered about the area that had been mutilated, and the skin had not yet even begun to heal over. In short, painful things had happened. In long, stairs would have a difficult time of producing the majority of these issues. Much less a single tumble down them.