[ He'll show him rough. It's enough of a drop that if he shoves Komaeda off the roof, he'll have time to get back down to the fourth floor and possibly over to the classroom side before anybody suspects anything.

He doesn't shove Komaeda over, though. Instead, he sits down next to him, close enough to brush shoulders, knowing full well neither of them should be sitting there on the edge and least of all Komaeda. But at the same time, that lurking danger is what keeps him in the present, forces him to be aware of the here and now and every little movement from the person beside him and the world in front of him. ]

You pushed more than dragged... But it's not as if you forced me. I would go with you anywhere.

[ He kicks his leg out, idly, just enough to bump the heel of his shoe against the side of the building and feel his feet slip, before using his other foot to slide his foot back inside. ]

...You don't trust me, do you? Not after what you've seen?