[For as much of a distraction his words are for Hinata, the same can be said for Komaeda. Except it's still a bit hard to concentrate on the conversation when every step they take has him leaning into the other and gripping his shoulder tightly with his good hand. The way they slot together, with Hinata slightly shorter than him, feels almost too nice. Like he doesn't deserve such kindness and yet... Hinata is so eager to be helpful.
Still, with the stammering conversation, Komaeda can't help but smile. He wonders, then, how this guy was supposedly composed enough to rescue them all from the simulation? A guy who gets this flustered... well, there's no point in thinking too much about it now.]
Hah... [Komaeda's shoulders shake with a quiet, airy laugh,] I think I would like that... like my own little tour guide.
[His head lifts, and finally, he glances towards Hinata with a smile spread across his face. Such a worried expression... Komaeda wonders... is it ok to feel happy about it? He adjusts his arm on Hinata's shoulders, curling his lithe fingers into the thin cotton of his shirt as he does.]
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Still, with the stammering conversation, Komaeda can't help but smile. He wonders, then, how this guy was supposedly composed enough to rescue them all from the simulation? A guy who gets this flustered... well, there's no point in thinking too much about it now.]
Hah... [Komaeda's shoulders shake with a quiet, airy laugh,] I think I would like that... like my own little tour guide.
[His head lifts, and finally, he glances towards Hinata with a smile spread across his face. Such a worried expression... Komaeda wonders... is it ok to feel happy about it? He adjusts his arm on Hinata's shoulders, curling his lithe fingers into the thin cotton of his shirt as he does.]
Show me your favorite spots, okay?