"R..Ryo-sama..."
Yasumasa had gone completely still.
He was still in the posture he had been in — leaned toward Sakura, hands extended, his loosened kimono in its loosened state — and he held that position for the moment it took him to process what had happened to his door and who was standing where his door had been.
His expression had not yet decided what it was.
Nathan looked at him across the room.
His black eyes moved from Yasumasa to Sakura — the tears, the displaced kimono, the particular quality of what the room's arrangement described — and then back to Yasumasa.
He said nothing.
He didn't need to.
The temperature in the room had changed completely. The lamp still burned. The hammer sounds still came through the walls. Everything else had stopped.
Yasumasa straightened slowly.
