[Komaeda, for lack of better facial expression, can only really blink his surprise at Atem's sudden candidness. What's come over him, he has to wonder? He'd already noticed those rounded shoulders, his soft and serious tone. Now... This.

His own shoulders relax, as he sets his snack in front of him, momentarily abandoned. They're sitting across from each other, but quietly, Komaeda settles his hand on the table, palm up—an offer for Atem to take, if he wants to.]

I missed you too, Atem. More than... More than anything.

[The smile is heard in his voice, gentle at the edges, as if he were handling something fragile but well-loved.]

Don't worry about not coming sooner, though. What matters is that we're here now... Together. Okay?