Ryuutaro did not think it justified a single thing. Not even in starting to. It was not fine, not even close to it and if it hadn't been for suddenly seeing his father Ryuutaro would probably have said a lot more about the matter.
But continuing the discussion with his father -could it really be him?-in front of them was probably a bad idea.
Ryuutaro stared some more. His father. In Italy. Of Hayato's world. It made no sense. What was the Author even thinking? What had they done to deserve this?

For a moment he was tempted to take Hayato's hand and just start running to god-knows-where, away from their families, the bullies, this place, everything.
His sanity told him to stay though, leaving his feed glued to the ground. They would not make it anywhere and when they'd be stopped they'd just look ridiculous.
It had still been a nice thought so.

Nobuhiro took a step forward, just as shocked by seeing his son in a country that wasn't even Japan. How did he get here? Did this idiot of boyfriend take him here, to a mafia house of all things?!
"What are you doing here?", he asked them firmly, concealing all confusion and anger perfectly well now.