Would you like to see mine, I've looked at yours time and time again... ah wait, here.

( he pauses, because his own arm is still tender from the new set he acquired from rokkun's memory, a twisted reminder of what the other has left on him. as rokkun let's go of his wrist, komaeda's slowly digging in his pocket as he they converse, watching as the other keeps his eyes closed. good boy! he pulls out the wishing rock that he obtained, and he sets it down into the male's hand. cold fingers push against rokkun's own, hoping it's enough to make him hold the item tight in his grasp. )

We may not be able to wish on any stars, but if we use this... we can give you sweet dreams, at least for once.

( the stars are as much as they can see, and he wants to comment about his own concerns while going, but... maybe they'll be lucky, and none of them will shift through the sky. it makes his stomach turn uncomfortably despite the fact he suggested it, and he chuckles softly because if he has someone else to focus on, it shouldn't be that bad. )

If not, stabbing myself can work, too.