It was as if time had slowed down around Toru. The rest of the world, and his half-baked plans for shopping could wait. As soon as the other boy was out of the door, pushed along by the crowd, he let go of it, and rushed forward to meet him. This wasn't the time nor the place for an embrace, but his face said it all. It had been far too long since they last met. And... Kazuya... his appearance. What has he been through? Has his brother been hurting him this whole time?
He looked with concern at his body, noting each scar, mark, cut, and burn. And the ponytail... that was a nice touch. Perhaps he'd keep it... but, alas, it was most likely just another sign of his own self-neglect. Toru shuddered.