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He breathes out, a shiver running down his spine at how cold Komaeda's fingers are, the slow, light touches agonizing in the way they tickle. ]
Has he done...? [ He shakes his head, so he can stop thinking about this and start thinking about that instead. ]
...Not to me. I've seen him. He doesn't like people to know. [ There may or may not have been some blackmail involved. ]