( did he dodge a bullet or maybe he should have had that bloody jacket with him, maybe a little yelling is good for the soul... komaeda does like verbal abuse, so it'd work. he sighs, memorizing rokkun's heartbeat in the silence, but once he speaks does it leave from komaeda's mind, and he looks at him, watching his expression. )

Asking questions like that doesn't matter, because at the time... it was us. ( he looks down at his hand, humming thoughtfully. ) ...We all stood in the cool, thoughts going through our mind if you would die. It's happened once between us, so to see it a second time... I gave you my hand, though it didn't matter to that version of you. I don't know... what compelled you to move, but...

( here we go, his serious tone shifts to one that's more excited, almost expected due to the conversation. even his eyes light up, a familiar swirl of hope and despair merges into pale green, that empty look in his eyes lost. its hard to contain anything, coughing once, and then twice, and it isn't long until an abrupt laugh leaves from his throat! he reaches out, his fingers gripping into rokkun's shirt, wanting to keep him in place... even if his organic fingers twitch from the action. if there was a mood here, he's probably ruined it, this... he wants to talk, tell his thoughts, how he was then, how he is now... different, but hope... hope... talking to rokkun now... )

You were... what was the word I used? Admirable!? Even took Adams-san's cane to force yourself to stand, you're such a mess... Rokkun, that desperation that brought you to move forward... that hope... it really is something that you do! Rejoice!