[Hajime fully expected he'd be lifting Nagito out by the right hand, the one that's still Nagito's. But this isn't the one that Nagito raises. It's that hand. And the way Nagito does it... it makes Hajime think he's doing it on instinct, like this is the hand that he's used to using... Hajime tries not to pay it much attention. He goes on smiling like he doesn't notice. It doesn't have to matter.

But he can't expect Nagito to hoist himself out of the pod. His body's been immobile for months.]

It's all right. You probably a little stiff with all the inactivity. I mean, you've been in here a pretty long time...

[Longer than the others, but he can tell him that later. For now, he should focus on getting him out.

Coming closer to the right side of the pod, Hajime kneels down fully.]

Here. Can I...?

[With one hand resting on the rim of the pod, Hajime reaches for Nagito's good hand, and, after a moment of slight hesitation, takes it. It's cold, but not stiff - it's just soft, like it's gone numb. His own hand would be hot in comparison. He hopes that for Nagito, it's not too much all at once.

Careful not to tug on Nagito's hand, Hajime lifts it like it's sprained, then ducks his head under and guides the hand on to his shoulder, letting Nagito's arm drape along the back of his neck. The movements are slow, gentle, even tender. Later, he'll reflect that he's never been so close to Nagito before, but right now, his focus is on getting Nagito safely out of the pod.

Still, the awkwardness of being this close to Nagito is there, and his voice wavers with it.]

I-If you can try putting most of your weight on me... we can get you out quickly without it hurting too much. So...