Smile? Smile? How did Robin expect him to smile at a time like this?

"I..." Tamaki started, waving vaguely at he bloody and mangled body of the cat. He had done that. And he was still bleeding, and he could still feel the heart-pounding terror of the attack. Shaking and damp, Tamaki doubled over and lost control of his stomach, wretching painfully in the dim hall. He had no such reservations about breaking down, not after what they had just been through.

"Hikaru..." he managed, after straightening as best he could and wiping his mouth with a shaking hand. "Hikaru's right. We need.... we...." Talking was hard. He wrapped his arms around himself, staining his shirt further with the blood from his arm.