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I'm always acting weird. [Komaeda counters with a sly, knowing smile.

The reflective pools of his eyes are still honest though, as if he knows his weirdness isn't on purpose, but it's just something that happens. It's something he's come to terms with and doesn't try to fix about himself. He knows he's weird and unsettling and that people avoid him because they can't figure him out. They think he's always scheming, when in fact he's only scheming about fifty percent of the time. He doesn't with Lila though. Her eyes are too sharp like a hawk, and she always sees right through him. She's used to his weirdness and accepts it, oddly enough.

When she arches her back, leaning back against the wall like a too-languid cat, Komaeda laces his fingers at that odd curve of her spine—holding her hips to his. He likes that even when they're trying to look at each other, they both like to cling. No one has ever clung to him before, they always kept their distance because of his aforementioned weirdness. Not Lila though, he can be as cryptic as he is, or as uncareful as he wants to be, and she'll still be at his side.]

That's stupid, [He huffs and then he unlaces his fingers, bringing his real hand, his feeling hand up to cup the outline of her cheek. Even if it isn't all there, his thumb traces beneath the cut of her daggered smile, feeling the whisper of where lips used to be.] You have a pretty smile... but I guess I get it. No one has ever said they liked how I talk. I've always been told I'm too confusing, and that it must be on purpose. Like I can control it.

[Sometimes, he can. The way he dances around topics he doesn't want to get into is usually on purpose. The way he glosses over unsettling or awkward things with a smile, is on purpose. But the way he shoves his foot in his mouth sometimes, or when he overreacts and starts rambling... that isn't—and Lila says she likes it.]

You're right though... it feels good.

[It feels good when it's just the two of them and nothing else matters.]

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[It feels good to be wanted — not for what you can or can't do, but for what you are. Who'd have thought? Makes sense, sure, but even the idea of reaching out for it has always felt like weakness to her. Komaeda hands it to her as though it's natural, as though it doesn't cost anything.]

[She considers telling him that the time she's taking to learn how he works is common decency — not that she knows much of anything about that, but at the very least she can spot it coming out of herself. Supposedly, most people have some of it. Not in her world, obviously, and maybe not in Komaeda's either, if he's never had anyone meet him where he's at, challenge him a little but ease up when he needs softness. She thinks about saying that there are probably a dozen people in this building alone who could do it better than her.]

[Instead, she leans into his touch and closes her eyes, warmed and content. Her fingers curl into-through-into his shirt.]

Hey. . . . Is there anything . . . [Hm. She opens her eyes again, tiny slits that widen as the sight of him fills her vision.] If I want to call you something. You know, like what I said before that freaked you out, except I don't want to freak you out. I want to say something nice about you. Anything that's not off-limits for that?