[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190522/5ec07975271d6ef3e7be9e67e7144f35.png[/img][/center][hr]So they hadn't been thrown out. Kaito could only give Hiroko a small nod, not wanting to plunge the odd mood into a more negative direction. He figured it got engulfed by the darkness around them. Another awkward interaction. No matter, the silence was more than enough. It was the most comfortable option when one had no idea what was happening.

It didn't last. 

A shout from one of the others made his head whip to face directly towards the sight of a gun. An actual, real life gun. Had the man not been wielding it with a desperation that radiated throughout his entire body, Kaito could have probably tried to reason it was a prop or similar. But the look across that man's eyes couldn't be imitated. 

[color=FFE4B5]"N-no need for that, now,"[/color] he said, hands placed tensely in front of him. The smooth voice he employed during therapy was out in full force, albeit with cracks forming all over. This was far beyond his range of expertise, and far removed from any experience had with a client. What did this man want? Was it respect? Answers? [i]Money[/i]? Was that it? There were too many variables, too many things he didn't know. Ideas came and went yet none were strong enough for him to unclench his jaw. The man ran off before he had anything resembling an answer. 

Kaito wanted to approach him, but his legs stayed rooted in place. He instead filled his lungs with the forest air and shouted. [color=FFE4B5]"Aren't you also lost?!"[/color] Mutual survival. The kind of condition that made one wild animal work with another. In this strange forest with no civilization in sight, it made sense in a gloomy sort of way. He could only hope the man would realize that.