[ It looks like a normal doorknob.

The counselor watches closely as Komaeda takes a seat next to him, but only to make sure he doesn't overturn the bowl on accident, because nobody needs to see the counselor eating floor crackers. Safe on Komaeda's lap, he picks up a piece and pops it in his mouth. ]

I've been waiting several months. But now matter. How are things with you now? You look like you don't want to be here.