[ His face falls at the word hate, because how could it not? It's one thing being friends with somebody who doesn't remember, that you have to remind yourself again and again that it's not his fault, but when you're accused of being the one to leave when you're always the one doing the chasing? Who found who today, huh?

He reaches out slow and gentle, as if to cup Komaeda's sticky cheek, but then lifts his hand higher and flicks him on the forehead. ]

Stupid. I don't hate you- I hate your situation. I hate that I can't do anything about it... besides not leaving you alone.