[As Hinata frets over him—taking his hand as if he's some fragile, porcelain doll and leading him into his shoulder—Komaeda has to wonder if he has ever been treated so gently. His gut reaction is to push away, to put distance between them. Not because it's Hinata, but because he knows that with such good fortune coming his way, he knows it's only a matter of time until the bad luck follows.
Unfortunately, he doesn't have the strength to protest. So whether he wants to or not, Komaeda drapes his arm over Hinata's shoulder and leans into him. He's light, and when a supportive arm comes to wrap around his waist, it'll find that he's much skinnier than those baggy clothes would suggest. Under that thin cloth, the ridges of his bones feel like mountains and valleys have formed beneath his skin.]
Why are you doing this...? Why are you so happy to see me?
[He asks, as he shifts his hip, angling himself in a way where Hinata can lift him up out of the pod and onto his own two feet. Has Hinata always been so strong? Or maybe it's him that's just become so much more weak and frail.]
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Unfortunately, he doesn't have the strength to protest. So whether he wants to or not, Komaeda drapes his arm over Hinata's shoulder and leans into him. He's light, and when a supportive arm comes to wrap around his waist, it'll find that he's much skinnier than those baggy clothes would suggest. Under that thin cloth, the ridges of his bones feel like mountains and valleys have formed beneath his skin.]
Why are you doing this...? Why are you so happy to see me?
[He asks, as he shifts his hip, angling himself in a way where Hinata can lift him up out of the pod and onto his own two feet. Has Hinata always been so strong? Or maybe it's him that's just become so much more weak and frail.]
I tried to kill you, you know.