Takashi followed him into the room and Honey was quick to retrieve his stuffed toy and hug it to his chest. As much of a relief as it might be to throw things and scream, it was his cousin who always gave him the opportunity to be himself. Whether it was in the host club or now, where he had to try so hard to be strong, Takashi didn't care if Honey was himself. His lower lip shook for a moment before he attached himself to his friend's side, tears welling up and spilling over his cheeks as he sobbed loudly into the other boy's shirt. As often as he'd cried crocodile tears over spilled cakes or missed naps, these tears were nothing like that.

He cried for his missing friends, both the ones he'd had before and the ones he'd made here. He cried because for all his training, he'd been helpless to stop it from happening. He cried because sometimes it was hard to believe that they'd ever get back home or save everyone like he promised. And even if he never said a word of it out loud, in-between the sobs he'd been holding back, he knew somehow that Takashi would understand. Even if he didn't, it was enough that he was here now.