Everything was exposed under the other's hard stare, and it unnerved Tino.
He had done so wrong in his life that he didn't want the other to see.
He couldn't simply admit to that and be honest with the world.
Besides it was much easier to seal away thoughts of guilt and guilt, itself, from the public eye to avoid scrutiny, but Berwald's stare didn't allow that as it seemed to see everything.
Tino shivered and cowered under the fierce stare, and it took a moment for the Finn to answer to hear what had just been asked.
"What did you see?" That was a weighted question though not so much as 'What did you do?'
The night before was a blur of memories and moments that were built up of months of prior events.
"I-I don't know." Tino stammered, mentally seeing a blur of potentially illegal activity that had occurred; Tino however couldn't remember what it was.
"Why don't you know?" The officer's voice grumbled in its deep and gravely rumble.
"I was drunk," Tino admitted nervously, "And high."
He didn't mean to admit that as he was technically underage and the drugs that he had were illegal.
"Who gave you those things?" The officer continued to question.
"W-Well, a friend brought me - they had alcohol there." Tino stuttered. "The drugs came much later."
"Was your friend still there?" Berwald did not cease his seemingly endless questioning.
"Y-Yeah, for a bit." And then Tino cried as he remembered through his still distorted mind, Eduard's body, and the shouting and the blood.
Tino felt sick.
"He died?" There appeared to be remorse and caring hidden in Berwald's voice.
"Y-Yes. His body, you found." Tino tried to wipe his tears away and his pain, but the action failed to do so.
Berwald stood up and tucked the Finn around his coat as he lead him to a soft place to spend the night, "I'm sorry."
The mutter was more than enough to send more tears down Tino's face and yet convey that hidden care in Berwald's voice.