( oh, man, when amami tried to help, he was expecting this to be a matter of walking — bending down? while helping hold someone else's weight? that's a whole other matter entirely, especially as the adrenaline that had driven him through this situation begins to wear off, and a feeling like razor blades cutting their way out of his chest begins to settle in to replace it. what's he gonna do, though, say no? he spares a grimace towards akira, and bites his tongue, but it's with a pained expression and a shaky exhale as he helps lower rokkun onto the ground.
doubt flickers across his expression not at komaeda's initial request, which he'd more or less already decided for himself, and more upon the words that follow. amami's eyes shift to try to meet with the his but, upon failing to do so, he gives a short sigh, answering without hesitation. )
Don't worry — I won't say anything unnecessary.
( just what would he be accomplishing if he did... worrying rika? painting a target on the back of someone who he just watched save a life? there's really no reason for this to go beyond the four of them. )
But I do want some kind of explanation after all of this. ( after rokkun is safe, that is. )
no subject
doubt flickers across his expression not at komaeda's initial request, which he'd more or less already decided for himself, and more upon the words that follow. amami's eyes shift to try to meet with the his but, upon failing to do so, he gives a short sigh, answering without hesitation. )
Don't worry — I won't say anything unnecessary.
( just what would he be accomplishing if he did... worrying rika? painting a target on the back of someone who he just watched save a life? there's really no reason for this to go beyond the four of them. )
But I do want some kind of explanation after all of this. ( after rokkun is safe, that is. )