( he leans forward to help with joshua's plan of sweeping that one curl of bang out the way, it tickles komaeda's nose briefly, and he slowly opens his eyes to look at the other. he lifts his hand, gripping joshua's wrist with his mechanical one, and then his hand slowly rides up so that they can link their fingers between one another. he brings the male's hand down to the ground, and he thinks holding onto him like this would trump the touch of hair. )

...

( he's trying to rile him up, isn't he? and komaeda doesn't that to other people, and makes sure it doesn't happen to himself, and here he is being called out for what he doesn't do. showing his true feelings? his actual thoughts? he blinks, mouth parting until he rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down for a moment before it folds out properly after. it was just to give him a bit of thinking time, not like komaeda needs much. )

What would you do with that information if you knew who I really was, Kiryuu-kun?

( slowly, komaeda lowers himself down so that his head can rest in the other's lap as he looks up to him, reading his face like a challenge has been played by them both. who wins depends on how they carry this conversation, but he'll refer to something before, something that the other didn't like. ) What I told you when we discussed your dog wasn't a lie, but isn't our shared interest in hope more than enough to satiate your thirst of what makes trash like me... me?