He buried his face in Tir's shoulder, hands curling into his clothes. That need for comfort, comfort that they usually provided for each other, had been neglected for so long reared itself up and took precedence over anything else.

Slowly, his crying stopped. Being held by Tir still had that calming effect, no matter what he had done. Kazuki didn't really feel like moving, or saying anything at all, but...

"...So you're going to turn yourself in?" He asked, voice raw and scratchy.