[And he's going to wrap his arms around Ryou's shoulders, bringing Ryou into a tighter hug.]

Part of that was my fault...for not understanding how the way I was treating you was making you feel.

[Not until the damage was done, anyway, and he was seeing the effects...and had to fix it. The ways he chose to cope with difficulty...the tools he had...he can't use them all anymore, can he...?

Ryou's collar reminds him of that. A clawed hand comes up, and a thumb brushes over the leather.]

We should be careful how we use this. I can't take control over your decisions when you're having a hard time, anymore...it's not good for us.