[ Rokkun doesn't let him take his hand back, thinking of it as him running away and not that he possibly has a broken finger, but he keeps his grip light— until Komaeda talks about darkness, a void of nothing but thudding in your chest and white noise in your head, and the eventual lights floating just out of grasp... ]
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...no. What was it?
[ This is Komaeda's story, not his. ]