[Luckily for Hinata, Komaeda isn't paying attention to that awkward stammering. Instead, his own mind is preoccupied by how close they suddenly are. The warmth of their bodies, the strength of Hinata's arms, the scent of summer sweat—everything is almost... too much. His heart is hammering away within his chest so hard that Hinata's words are drowned out by the sound of his pulse in his ears. He can feel how hot his face is, and this time, it isn't because of tears.

He remembers his own words, echoed in the simulation, spoken almost like a goodbye before they had made it out of Grape house. He wonders if Hinata remembers that awkward confession, or if he really did believe that it had been just about his hope?

Before he realizes it, Komaeda's feet are touching the ground again. As soon as the soles of his shoes connect with the floor, it's like he's suddenly remembered how to breathe again, and Komaeda relaxes somewhat.

He didn't hate it... he was just... surprised, is all.]

Here... [Komaeda keeps his good arm wrapped around those shoulders, and sighs as he hooks his limp hand with Hinata's arm, guiding it to his waist.] Just... support me, okay?

[His face still feels like it's on fire. He's probably redder than a cooked crab, but... he actually doesn't care if Hinata sees.]

You've got a lot of guts, Hajime... I'll give you that. [He chuckles,] who just picks up another dude, bridal style?