Yamamoto led the way up to his room, a mess of clothes, a table, two bookshelves under a window, and some baseballs lined up neatly. The clothes were on top of pillows near the table where Yamamoto most likely studied (although that seemed like some sort of dream rather than what Yamamoto would really do). He probably ate on the table from the looks of some crumbs on a paper and a cup full what seemed to be water. From the examining the table with pillows, the pillow near the entrance was his favorite, as it had a depression on it from the many times Yamamoto has probably sat or just relaxed on it. Going towards his bed was a bundle of sheets and a flat pillow. The decoration in the room was rather plain, although mostly everything was blue. The floor was a dark green while most everything was a very light shade of blue until you got to the bed and window drapes. At that point, it was just plain white. There wasn't anything really notable except for the window sill. The window sill had a couple of ordinary baseballs, nothing written on them to make them any special. The baseballs looked as if they would fall at any moment onto the floor as the taller teen walked with an elegant stride towards his closet and pulled out a somewhat big shirt. It was bigger, compared to Tsuna's smaller stature, but it would be fine to get out of his somewhat sticky and cold, wet shirt.

"I'll pack a bag to stay over." Tsuna nodded and stood near the entrance, looking around every once in a while as something caught his eye like the fading light in the room. It was about to get really dark soon. His mom would be a bit worried, especially with dinner being so close. Speaking of which, he needed to let her know Yamamoto was coming over. Maybe she could make something for him, if she hadn't overdone the size of how many people ate dinner with the growing family.

Tsuna was caught off guard when Yamamoto was near him again, this time with a hoodie. It had a nice design on it, definitely something the taller teen would find appealing as a baseball shot from one side and made a nice streak across the torso. It stopped abruptly in a light of glory, almost like the light was engulfing the baseball. In what Tsuna believed to be the Roman alphabet, it said something that no doubt had something to do with Yamamoto's likes. 'The baseball was a dead giveaway' Tsuna thought as he took the hoodie gingerly. "Thank you. You honestly didn't have to." Tsuna gave a warm smile with his eyes searching Yamamoto's. He wanted to see him at least a bit happier, even though he honestly had nothing to be happy about.

Yamamoto's eyes lit up from that dark mess he had inside those brown eyes of his. His lips pulled into a soft smile before nodding, "No problem," and turning away to finish packing into his knapsack. Tsuna was quiet once again. His arms went down to the hem of his shirt and he removed it slowly, so that none of the mess on his shirt would get on his hair or face. His back turned instinctively and then the shirt was off. He didn't know where to put it so he fidgeted for a while before raising his voice once again.

"Um, where do I put this?" His voice was hushed, as if afraid to interrupt Yamamoto from his packing. He should have been almost done so what was the harm. There was a soft 'hmm?' from the back of the room where Tsuna's back was turned. Yamamoto stood up after Tsuna had started to mumble out replies about the shirt he needed to put away.

"I'll take that.. Ah! It's so wet!" Yamamoto was shocked to find it as wet as it was. He had no idea just how much he cried on his small friend but it seemed like quite a lot. He looked down and apologized as Tsuna put on the somewhat big jacket. Brunet just smiled nervously and looked down towards the floor too. Somehow, it was a bit awkward. Yamamoto made it back to his spot and shoved the shirt somewhere on a specific pile of clothes inside his closet. The taller teen took the knapsack by the top strap and put it on his left shoulder. He was back in his old way again, completely different than what Tsuna knew.

"Ready?" He asked, his face looking at Tsuna with his eyes all puffy. He wasn't crying anymore, that was for sure, but his expression was full of pain. The brunet reluctantly nodded, and the swordsman prepared himself for a small moment before walking out of the room. Tsuna waited a bit, looking into the room. He had a feeling he wouldn't see this place for a long time. And that made him feel a bit anxious yet he turned on that room and walked with his friend. Despite the obvious heavy bag Yamamoto held with all its weight on that one shoulder, he kept his right hand free and swaying back and forth. Tsuna felt he needed to reach out for his rain guardian. If not, he would most certainly lose him in that void growing in his chest.

His hand wrapped around that cold one of Yamamoto's. The touch was shy on Tsuna's part but in a matter of seconds, he gripped it tightly. The two were standing in the middle of the restaurant portion of the house, but that didn't change anything. Tsuna and Yamamoto were friends. And he wasn't going to let his friend continue to fall without at least someone holding his hand through it all.

"Let's go home then, Yamamoto." With a shimmering and reassuring smile, Tsuna pulled on the stunned baseball nut with a clear path ahead to help him. He wasn't going to just let him fall.

Under a strict time limit, the two were running towards the Sawada residence. Surely Tsuna's mother was worried over the whereabouts of her son. Tsuna had a tight grip on Yamamoto's hand before he realized he might of been hurting the taller of the two. Their hands had begun to get sweaty, too. It was sort of gross but if this was the cost of friendship, then he would go through with it. Besides, he had done worse to ensure a friend's safety as well as freedom.

Yamamoto's breathing was slow and even, unlike Tsuna's. Tsuna wasn't good at running but had slowly improved ever since Reborn came. It wasn't much but he could run farther than when he did when Reborn wasn't here. Yamamoto, however, was an athlete. He was on the baseball team and ran every morning before school started. He was running and training more than the brunet could with ease, too. It made him just a bit jealous.

As the two ran, Tsuna took notice again of how it felt around him. Yamamoto seemed to put his mind on something else as he ran, probably focusing more on his breathing or just running to where Tsuna's house was, although he was holding hands with Tsuna still so… That couldn't possibly be it. Either way, it seemed as if Yamamoto was back to normal somewhat. He had a feeling it wouldn't last long anyway, and that's what made Tsuna feel sick in his stomach.

Eventually the two teens made it to the all too familiar house that the brunet boy lived in, his mother waiting outside with a not too amused expression, Reborn next to her in his own pajamas. Usually he would have that grin on his face, but, obviously, he didn't have that smug expression. Instead, he bore a serious frown. Tsuna wasn't a complete idiot, and he knew something was up. Come to think of it, it was Reborn in the first place who-

There came a smack as his mother's rag came into contact with his head. Tsuna was then yelled at by his mother, her delicate yet worn fingers on her hips as she barked Tsuna down. Yamamoto still held hands with him, although the Rain Guardian's eyes widened.

"You! What are you doing out so late like this!" Tsuna attempted to open his mouth, but he shut it close quickly, having felt that it was bad enough he made her wait outside for him. On another thought, he didn't even know what time it was…

She still held her disappointed glare at the teen before going on and speaking once again. "I was worried sick about you. Don't you know what time it is?! You even upset Reborn enough that he stayed out waiting with me. It's time for bed young man." Her arm waved over to Reborn, who's night cap was slanted, making his curls unsymmetrical as one was a bit higher than the other. "... Is Yamamoto staying with us tonight?" Tsuna's mother asked, her anger simmering down. She would speak to Tsuna later when there wasn't a guest. Tsuna took this moment to explain, having needed to do so anyway.

"A-Ah yes, can he stay over for a while..?" Tsuna gave her a pleading look. He knew she would say yes, but asking was still a courtesy. the way his mother looked at Yamamoto and then looked to Tsuna was an answer enough, but she still felt the need to vocalize.

"Yamamoto is always welcome!" She cheered as she rushed over to his side, and ushered him inside, leaving Tsuna outside with Reborn. Things were somehow tense, but, as always, Tsuna talked to the arcobaleno.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could have found out way sooner instead of having to… To find out like that." He could not yet say the words, considering the fact that the image of how he handled himself earlier wasn't a pretty sight. He could only imagine how it was for the young teen to find his father lying still, without a trace of life in his body. "I-It wasn't funny…"

"I never said it was. But you weren't making a move, so I pushed you along." Somehow, that was all Tsuna really needed to know. It was true that he hadn't done much, despite knowing that Yamamoto was hurting. His chest twisted in response to that, and it caused him to wince when the brunette felt tears brimming his eyes. No, he couldn't cry. Not now, anyway. Reborn pushed him in the right direction, yes, although the way he did it wasn't really… Preferable. It was his mistake for not confronting Yamamoto when he started acting all out of order, something he rarely ever did.

Tsuna let out a sigh, calming himself down before swallowing hard and looking towards Reborn. "Thank you. I'll make sure to react faster." His intuition did warn him something was amiss, but he always pushed that feeling down his gut and avoided it, not realizing it wasn't the sort of danger he would rather not face, but rather his friend in need of him. The conversation left a sour taste in his mouth, but it was better late than never, although, he would have preferred it if it was way sooner. He would need to speak to Gokudera in the early morning once he was off his night shift at the convenience store he worked at. Tsuna had a feeling he wouldn't really be getting much shut eye.

Reborn began making his way into the house and Tsuna followed suit, letting another heavy sigh escape his chapped lips.