Yasuo stepped away from the door, as if Ryouma could force him back in. As if it was the first bit of defiance he could find. "The last thing they need is me in there." He locked his jaw, crossing his arms and gripping his own biceps. "Or you in there. Of course he remembers. That's not--" he gestured sharply, as if he could cuff the door, "a flashback. That's--" He stopped. Glared down the hall. Tucked behind his leg, following shadow-like the whole time, Aomaru growled at the door. Yasuo turned and bumped the canine with his leg, forcing him back.

That was Inuzuka business. And Tousaki was--not Inuzuka. He was ANBU. He was who Tsume had chosen to spend time with, instead of her family. He was the reason Kuromaru was like this, the reason Tsume was hurt, he was why everything was broken. He was, personified, every nightmare Yasuo had had about Tsume joining ANBU.

A month in, and those nightmares were coming true in the locked rooms of a hospital. Somewhere deep down in the pit of his stomach, he knew none of this would be enough to bring her back to them. She'd self destruct completely, and only then might they take her home.

And none of that was Tousaki's business.

He inhaled deeply. "You should g--" His sentence choked off in his throat. Pupils tightened to slits, then dilated rapidly. He should have known. From the way she smelled, he should have known. He just... hadn't wanted to. But now he stared up at the man before him, the man who'd brought her so low, and he couldn't pretend he didn't smell it anymore.

His voice was a rasp. "Tsume's been sleeping with you?"