Ryuutaro hated that she touched him, but he was much too shaken himself to back away. It seemed like too much wasted effort for this moment. He nods, his breathing still shaky form the panic.
"I will not let him go."
It could mean various things, but Ryuutaro just couldn't think about anything but the fact that he would not let him die again. It was something he kept repeating in his head over and over and it was the only thing that kept him from crying as he stumbled inside of the car.
Placing his hands anywhere close to the injury was a horrible feeling... Hayato's blood on his fingers.. like in the vision... like in reality... He had to struggle to keep his breathing slow enough, but he could do this.
He was not letting him go ever again. This world could not have him, neither living nor dead.
"...you're better... so don't... don't even think about letting them get you... Hayato..."