When Togusa first puts his hand on Tatsuo's shoulder, it's tense. He's wound so tightly it's a miracle he hasn't shattered a glass. After a moment though, the tension starts to bleed away and his body language gradually starts to relax.

Tatsuo rubs the fingers of one hand across his forehead. Technically, he understands what Togusa is saying. Because that's how he feels himself about the whole thing. Ryuuzaki isn't him, and he isn't Ryuuzaki. And for the most part, it's easy to maintain that distance.

But these particular memories, and their associated emotions, are really doing a number on him right now. He's seen crime scenes before, he's worked crime scenes before. But for whatever reason he's having trouble getting Sawatari's face out of his head.

"Thanks. I'll be okay. I just... need a little time to put the kid to rest in my head."