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[ Some of the tension eases out of his shoulders when Komaeda takes his hand, and Rio allows his grip to tighten into a more solid grasp. He had no intention of complaining if he didn't, but it hurts to be rejected, and he feels more at ease this way. They had taken a detour, but he doesn't think that's a bad thing. It isn't as though the cylinder is going anywhere, and he had learned something. He follows Komaeda's lead, continuing his process of looking here and there. ]

I guess we did, huh?

[ He considers their situation a little more. If it wasn't related to one's blood being spilled, then it was possible that it needed to be another person's? But perhaps the blood was a red herring. It seems too obvious, and he doesn't like that about it. But before he gets into that - ]

Whatchya wanna do?