[He continues to hold on to him, definitely refusing to let go and when Fuuma presses his forehead to Kamui's shoulder, he shifts to curl his hold under Fuuma's arms instead to hang on to his shoulders in a tight grip. He could say it was in case he goes back to tearing away again, to restrain him, but holding him tight couldn't possibly be only about that right in that moment. Kamui felt that full well; he's so concerned and it hurts him more than he can convey that Fuuma is in such a state of misery. He breathes out, shakily.]
It shouldn't be this way. [So much shouldn't. This, them, everything. What the hell happened? How could so much be going wrong?]