That was a bad move, for Hisoka anyway. The sight of Tsuzuki, still concerned even after everything Hisoka had done and even if he didn't deserve it, it... It was simply too much. Jerking his head away to look at the wall, the boy's shoulders shook slightly.

He wasn't going to cry again. He wasn't.

"He didn't do anything. He just talked." About rape. And molesting his roommate with perfect detail. It was a wonder his voice was so steady, it was hard keeping the lump in his throat back.