[ They reach for the flashlight but fumbles with it, fingers shaking, shoulders doing the same, but it isn't until Komaeda pats their head that they jolt in surprise and the tears start to fall.
There's those words in the back of their mind: it's not crying if nobody sees. But the hitch in their breathing can still be heard in the darkness, and the whimper that escapes when they squeeze their eyes shut. The flashlight falls a second time, but this time, they didn't drop it; they let go of it to reach for Amami with both hands, to hold onto him instead, to choose him over the light. ]
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There's those words in the back of their mind: it's not crying if nobody sees. But the hitch in their breathing can still be heard in the darkness, and the whimper that escapes when they squeeze their eyes shut. The flashlight falls a second time, but this time, they didn't drop it; they let go of it to reach for Amami with both hands, to hold onto him instead, to choose him over the light. ]