[Perhaps somewhere in the back of Komaeda's mind, he expected Atem to release him the moment they touched ground. But instead, that grounding touch simply shifts—it leaves his waist (perhaps a good thing, as that feels like sitting on a line that can't be crossed), and settles in his hand.

Komaeda is used to Atem feeling lukewarm at best, but now, the palm that slots with his own is noticeably warmer than normal body temperature, though not to the degree of being uncomfortable. The worst part of it, is that if feels like permission. When he looks down at Atem, it's with a realization that he isn't fully panicking yet—and though he doesn't feel as though he'll start crying, he wants more of this comfort.]

Hey, Atem-kun... Can I ask for another favor?

[Where their hands meet, he gives a slightly weaker squeeze back, as he meets Atem's gaze. His own expression, so easily read now without having such rigid facial structure, shows his thoughts plainly—he's struggling. Not just physically, but mentally.

He doesn't know if he can do this. Moving past the echoes of his memories is difficult, and he especially doesn't want to try this with Atem potentially risking his own safety if it's going to be like this.]

I... I don't want you to get hurt for my sake. It's one thing if I fall, but... if my flying gets you injured, then I...

[His mouth presses into a thin, worried line. He doesn't even want to think about it.]