[Because nothing was safe, even small moments where they could touch each other felt like being on display. Tsuzuki was always worried about dropping his role. Clutching hHisoka's upper arm, he only hoped that Hisoka would forgive him when they came home. He never gave up hope that they'd return home someday.]

No. They shot down my fudas. And no, Hisoka, that you went to them at all was bad enough.

[Hell changed them both, in certain ways. Tsuzuki knew that he shouldn't have felt so possessive of Hisoka. He was his partner, not a possession. Nevertheless, the visceral urge to pull Hisoka to him and prevent him from going was nearly overpowering. Instead he spread his legs. The fact that this was a terrible situation didn't kill Tsuzuki's hormones, to his growing concern.]

Tonight you stay in my chambers. It's -- it's safer there.