.: Shinohara :.
Shinohara smiled, although it was a bit forced, it was still somewhat genuine. The S.W.A.T member was just under a little too much stress and was in a foreign situation to what he was trained.
"Thank you.. that really means a lot, I know it's not much.. but I can put a good word for you back at the station, that should make your time a lot less." Shinohara offered, trying to give back something to the criminal, even if he couldn't completely let him off the hook.
Although Sendo posed a good point, and without really answering the other the man pulled the walkie talkie back out and held down the button to talk, hoping that Jasper hadn't discarded the device and still had it in his hands so that he could hear.
"You do realize you forgot to tell us a time and a place.. and that's kind of vital for both of our safety, we can't have you ambushing whoever I appoint to come do the trade.. that would break our deal, so what'll it be?" Shinohara quietly tapped his foot as he waited for Jasper's response, wanting the criminal to be thorough when explaining his demands and not so wishy washy, every second they waited felt like an eternity without knowing his comrades were unharmed.
On the other hand, he couldn't help his eyes widening at the red trickling down Sendo's arm, reaching out a arm but not being able to do anything until he got a response from the criminal on the phone, so instead he just mouthed the words 'Are you okay?' to the other, as the S.W.A.T member hadn't noticed the injury was still somewhat fresh on the currently allied killer.
.: Suzuya :.
Flinching at the touch of Komaeda's finger, Suzuya watched idly at the other wiped a tear from his eyes, yet tried his best to keep up his charade, even if he was truly terrified of Komaeda right now, he wanted to try to seem scary, to seem intimidating in a creepy way that would make the other leave him alone.
Although it wasn't working that well at all, due to how the boy's body kept trembling and his eyes kept threatening to leak more of the wet liquid.
Not just that, but Suzuya also had no way of knowing what was going through the taller boy's head right now, why the other looked so shocked and just why he was acting like he was made no sense, even making Suzuya repeat what exactly happened to him, when Komaeda was right there preforming the torture on him didn't make sense in the least bit.
Nevertheless, The albino nodded to Komaeda's question, letting him know that it was exactly how it was and that he told no lies about the situation. "That's it, that's how it is.. desu?" Suzuya answered cautiously, still not understanding why the other wanted this information when he already had it.
However a ping of the unfamiliar emotion of guilt rung in his chest at Komaeda's next question, and Suzuya gulped as he braced himself to answer this question.
Normally, such a thing should be easy to blurt out all of his negative emotions that he hosted for the other, yet for some reason the Albino felt hesitant, and that awkward sense of wanting to remember something, wanting to say something else then the words that were currently forming on his tongue.
Suzuya shook his head, not wanting to say anything weird again, and ever so gently, the Albino reached out and caressed the stitches on his stomach before he let his arms go limb at his sides, inhaling and then exhaling, Suzuya cleared his thoughts of any Stockholm syndrome induced words that wanted to slip out, and looking up at the other with a wavering vacant expression that kept trying to change to an expression of fear.
Soon, Suzuya finally whispered out his answer with a shaky voice.
"I hate you.. I-I hate the way you make me feel so confused all of the time, the way you lie to me? ah.. I don't like you... people like you, make me sick... perverts, uncomfortable to be around.. tricking me, in fact, you just disgust me... that's how it is, Desu.."
As the words left his mouth, Suzuya felt a tightening sensation in his gut, for some reason his body wanted to just vomit then and there, and his heart rate increased to a point that it hurt.
The stitched boy was literally struggling to not take his words back as a mental war went on inside his head, whatever it was that the Albino wanted to remember was fighting to come to the surface, yet his new mindset was trying it's hardest to restrain the memory, confusion washing over him as that very same unfamiliar feeling of guilt now consumed his entire being, yet stubbornly clinging to his conviction and secretly biting his tongue so he couldn't take his words back.