[ Ranger holds out his hand, blinking rapidly when he looks down to see a cute little bottle. He stares at it wordlessly for longer than he should, rolling it over in his palm and rubbing it with his palm before carefully lifting it up to eye level and shaking it up and watching as all the agitated pieces mix and move before settling back down. He thinks it must be meant to be stardust, or at least resemble it. Ranger likes the night sky. He likes the stars and constellations and dots of nearby planets. He loves all of those things, which are out of reach.
He likes this, too. There's an all too short moment when he thinks he can feel a bit of warmth in his chest, something foreign and unrecognizable. It's there and gone, like a shooting star, but he keeps his eyes on the bottle for a little while longer.
He looks back to Komaeda finally, a hint of a frown hidden behind the card, uncertain. His hand lowers, fingers curling around the object. ]
well you know sometimes you stab somebody and then you nurse them back to health
He likes this, too. There's an all too short moment when he thinks he can feel a bit of warmth in his chest, something foreign and unrecognizable. It's there and gone, like a shooting star, but he keeps his eyes on the bottle for a little while longer.
He looks back to Komaeda finally, a hint of a frown hidden behind the card, uncertain. His hand lowers, fingers curling around the object. ]
... I can have this?