[ Eyes flit over to glance at Komaeda's wrist, but he does not ask— does not need to— and instead leans his own weight against Komaeda's shoulder, which isn't as comfortable as it sounds. ]
You were there for this one, and that one... the one here too... [ he points out the scars with light strokes of his finger against his skin, bringing the tip back bright red and wet. ] ...physically, at least.
[ Mentally? emotionally? how can he say, when Komaeda doesn't even remember? ]
cw: komaeda
You were there for this one, and that one... the one here too... [ he points out the scars with light strokes of his finger against his skin, bringing the tip back bright red and wet. ] ...physically, at least.
[ Mentally? emotionally? how can he say, when Komaeda doesn't even remember? ]