[ Like a little kid squashing ants under their thumb on the pavement, is what comes to mind when Komaeda says he enjoyed extinguishing the lights. ...He's not sure what to think when he's compared to a light himself, one that stood out and was noticed.
The wristband lifts just enough for Komaeda to catch a glimpse of the inner wrist— still covered with innumerable cuts both deep and shallow, old and new, but none so new that they're actively bleeding like they were last time. That's as much as he gets before Rokkun both pulls his left arm back, and grips Komaeda's wrist with his right, not needing to see to know where his hand is. ]
Stop. [ ... Slowly, he lets go of Komaeda's wrist. ] We can watch the stars from the roof. But that's as close as you and I will be able to see that together.
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The wristband lifts just enough for Komaeda to catch a glimpse of the inner wrist— still covered with innumerable cuts both deep and shallow, old and new, but none so new that they're actively bleeding like they were last time. That's as much as he gets before Rokkun both pulls his left arm back, and grips Komaeda's wrist with his right, not needing to see to know where his hand is. ]
Stop. [ ... Slowly, he lets go of Komaeda's wrist. ] We can watch the stars from the roof. But that's as close as you and I will be able to see that together.