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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?