âYou know..â Thereâs an ugly thought tearing at the young manâs 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. â..I didnât come to Japan for the view.. You asked me to come here, remember?â Hush didnât like it. He didnât like moving, and he didnât like being pulled along on a string he knew full well was there, but couldnât 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 wasnât waiting for what possible story the olderâs 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.Â
