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[Komaeda isn't so terrible at reading Atem after all these years that he doesn't see the discomfort. His expression softens, however, as he leads the way into the cottage and towards the kotatsu where two cups and a teapot have been laid out beside an assortment of snacks.]

I'm glad that you've finally been able to come visit, I've been wanting to show you this for a long time.

[He offers up the sitting pillow on one side of the table, and takes the other.]

It's nice not being in the city... Though I suppose you and Ryou-kun have already been enjoying that sort of life longer than I have.

[His voice grows quieter, more thoughtful, as he pours them both a cup of tea before opening up a package of rice crackers for himself.]

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[There's a lot he could say, as he settles onto the cushion.

He could blather about how being on Lake Dala doesn't really feel like being away from the city; they're so close they can go in and out as they please, it's not a trip. And there's not a community there, like there is here, making it self-sufficient, operating separately. How he doesn't feel like he really left!

But, he doesn't.]

I wish I could have come by sooner.

I missed -- [No, he's going to be honest about this.] -- you.

I wanted to, in July. When it felt -- how it did. But I couldn't...I was...barely myself.

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[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?