The ride home was eerily silent. Not the comfortable silence they usually shared, but a suffocating one that pressed in on Hiro from all sides. He stared out the window, dejected. Raiden always held his hand when they drove. Always. Not holding hands made him feel somewhat empty.
Apart from that, Raiden would ask about his day, or share a story from work, or just make some small gesture to remind Hiro that he was there and that he liked him but now, there was nothing. The space between them felt like an ocean and although Hiro was angry, he didn't like it. He felt like a bunch of cotton was stuffed down his airway, making it hard for him to breathe.
He clenched his jaw, trying to fight off the feeling. This wasn’t his fault at all. It was Raiden’s. Raiden had lied to him. Raiden had kept secrets.
But then, why did he feel so guilty? Why did he feel like he was the one hiding things?