The boy looked like he was about to fall to pieces, but Nobuhiro wasn't about to let that affect him overly much. He didn't become yakuza for nothing.

"Alright then."
He stepped into the room behind him and pointed to the tatami mats as he settled himself on his knees. This was the only bit of comfort he would allow Hayato, but supposedly it was kind of hard to speak and stand at the same time, in such a condition.
"Go ahead."