[It probably shouldn't feel nice—Hinata's fingers, combing through his hair—but it does. The gentle way they thread through his hair has his skin prickling in gooseflesh as he awkwardly sits there, waiting to be disconnected from the remaining wires.]

You say that, but everyone will avoid me anyways.

[This time, he doesn't laugh. There's something lonely about the words, or maybe it's bitterness. With the new, uneasy combination of all his memories, there's a part of him that knows better now; but there's still that part shrouded in the dark, the part that wishes he had succeeded—or at the very least, stayed in a coma. Perhaps everyone else has ways of life they can return to, but not him.

No, right now, this is probably the unluckiest situation ever.

Komaeda doesn't have much time to wallow in that self-pity, though. Rather, before he even realizes it, Hinata's putting his arm around his shoulders again; but before Komaeda can try to hoist himself up with that anchor, Hinata scoops him up into his arms. A sharp yelp of surprise escapes him, his eyes suddenly blown wide as his pallid face darkens with his embarrassment.]

W-Wait, Hajime! [He smacks his limp left hand against the other boy's chest in protest,] p-put me down, what if someone sees? I'm not an old man, you know!