“You know..” There’s an ugly thought tearing at the young man’s mind. Bitterly, he side-glanced Izaya as nastier words festered in silence. What he thought and what he said kept separate, though, he knew the broker would see through him. He always did. “..I didn’t come to Japan for the view.. You asked me to come here, remember?” Hush didn’t like it. He didn’t like moving, and he didn’t like being pulled along on a string he knew full well was there, but couldn’t seem to cut himself loose from. He imagined Izaya knew this was the case. The younger man was an open book, Hush was sure, left with blank pages. To say he wasn’t waiting for what possible story the older’s hands could write up for him was a lie. Every bit of him waited with anticipation heavy in the air. Hands rubbed one another, stroking fingers until they were warm, as Hush leaned forward over the railing. He shivered when the cold, autumn night air blew through him.
