He nearly broke down on her and sobbed. Gods know he wanted to but after so many years of constantly forcing himself to stay strong he automatically closed in. The hug was what chipped at that control. Wrapping his arms around her he held onto her tightly. He gritted his teeth to keep from spewing out his life story.
He gave her one last squeezed and walked out of the room.
Baaya let him go, following after but with enough distance, she hoped, that he wouldn’t feel chased. He needed someone, just like the young master did, and hoped they would figure that out, soon. She worked on what to tell Hakuba while she watched Kaito leave in the false dawn, curtains pulled back from the window.
Poor, poor, broken boys…