As a kid... Ryuutaro remembered all-too-well how Hayato was when he was really small. That cute kid who loved being carried and would hide his face in his pants. That little boy who had yet to learn about the cruelty of the world.
But Ryuutaro could only imagine too well what happened afterwards.

At the mention of limbs he twitches, another memory floating back in his mind. One that he'd rather forget about. But he forced the smile to stay on his face. He was sure Hayato wouldn't appreciate if he told people about that. But he holds his boyfriend just a bit tighter.

"Yes, that is kind of amazing."