( the drop is... pretty high, he can't help but stare down at it in interest — higher up than sena, and the other bodies that natsume dropped... even more than chiaki's. it's a thought that passes through his head, leaning forward just a little, but not too much that screams he wants to jump. )

Following me everywhere... I'd say wouldn't be a good thing, but then... whose idea was Saransk?

( when he held komaeda's hand out the classroom on that unfortunate day, then he's unable to name a few others, but komaeda feels like he's no good for any of the people around him. it's why he doesn't think he deserves things such as friendships, company, and even now... he doesn't believe it's good to be here, no matter how much inside he enjoys the little things about it, or maybe... that's his festering worries, he doesn't know. )

I should be the one asking you that... it's not like you would have told me. Had I never seen it, I doubt you would have admitted it considering you keep to yourself... Did you think I'd hate you for your decision?

( whereas he can't, because even komaeda has a memory of a life he keeps to himself, one that he begged for no one to see. )