Komaeda is making his cold dead heart beat right now, even if he's trying not to let it show on his face. it's conflicting, because he cares and also doesn't care about Komaeda at the same time. it's nothing like the one who he'd left at home, where he'd ache to hear those words from, but knows he's never going to hear, mostly because he's already decided he's not going to face that person again.
but he still craves to hear it from someone.
he sits down on the pillows near Komaeda, almost in an ungraceful way to cover up the sigh that escaped him. after all that, he feels himself deadening his emotions again so that he doesn't Feel Anything about it.
this time though, the expression leaks onto his face, a kind of wistful thing. the one time he finally got that comment out of someone...]
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Komaeda is making his cold dead heart beat right now, even if he's trying not to let it show on his face. it's conflicting, because he cares and also doesn't care about Komaeda at the same time. it's nothing like the one who he'd left at home, where he'd ache to hear those words from, but knows he's never going to hear, mostly because he's already decided he's not going to face that person again.
but he still craves to hear it from someone.
he sits down on the pillows near Komaeda, almost in an ungraceful way to cover up the sigh that escaped him. after all that, he feels himself deadening his emotions again so that he doesn't Feel Anything about it.
this time though, the expression leaks onto his face, a kind of wistful thing. the one time he finally got that comment out of someone...]
I didn't expect you to be so forward.
[for once, he doesn't really know what to say.]