Tobirama wakes to the barely-there sound of the door sliding shut and knows it's either intentional or because his brother is in too much distress to mind his actions and keep his silence. He turns over in the dark, senses extending to find the thorny, twisted, and tortured mess of his brother's chakra, and opens his arms.

"Anija. Come here." Tobirama murmurs, and Hashirama comes down into his arms, his sobs silent now rather than drawn out into overdramatic wails, his face buried in Tobirama's shoulder rather than pulling elaborate faces; perhaps Tobirama shouldn't allow this, but he cannot bear to turn away his brother when he hurts so - when he needs Tobirama so.