Toshi is still floundering. He knows how to deal with Barnaby's dissociations, but he doesn't know how to deal with this. He has no idea what Kotetsu needs. At first, his touch seemed to be the trigger, but now Kotetsu is holding his hand there, and he's clearly still not all here. He's shaking. Toshi wants to hold him up, protect him. He keeps the hand Kotetsu doesn't have a grip on firmly around the hero's waist. He will catch him if Kotetsu's knees betray him.

"Don't be sorry. I just... want to help, but..." Toshi shakes his head. Why are you apologizing, silly man. His fingers curl around Kotetsu's clothes, making a nervous, loose fist on his chest.

The description makes Toshi's wires feel like ice again, and he sucks in a nervous breath before he realizes he has no idea what to say. Kotetsu is slipping away again, and... and his soul?

All at once, Toshi remembers the way Mettaton described souls to him, from his world's understanding. How they reside in the heart, the colors they come in and what that means... how they have power. Horrible fear and anger tear at his insides, and the loose fist becomes a tight fist.

"Your soul? Someone... took your..." He can't finish the sentence, shaking. If Kotetsu will let his hand go, he will wrap both arms around him again for another hug, this time burying his face in Kotetsu's chest, pressing his forehead against his collarbone.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."