[He laughs—that tender, boyish sound that is so soft around the edges with indolence, it's as if he could hardly be phased by anything. Though he looks exhausted, though thoughts of despair had swirled through his mind, one thing remains true: Lila has always comforted him, whether she was trying or not. She has cared about him, when he thought no one else would. So to see her fuzz around the edges, as if she would simply dissolve without him, spurns on feelings of protection in him too.
Komaeda steps towards her with his stump-arm braced against the wall, and grasps for her hand where it should be. Corporeality is hard now, he knows, but the buzz of static across his skin lets him know she's still there as best she can be.]
This helps me, [he laces his fingers in the air, an odd mixing sensation of Lila's hand both there and not,] I came to you because I wanted you. You don't have to do anything except be with me.
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[He laughs—that tender, boyish sound that is so soft around the edges with indolence, it's as if he could hardly be phased by anything. Though he looks exhausted, though thoughts of despair had swirled through his mind, one thing remains true: Lila has always comforted him, whether she was trying or not. She has cared about him, when he thought no one else would. So to see her fuzz around the edges, as if she would simply dissolve without him, spurns on feelings of protection in him too.
Komaeda steps towards her with his stump-arm braced against the wall, and grasps for her hand where it should be. Corporeality is hard now, he knows, but the buzz of static across his skin lets him know she's still there as best she can be.]
This helps me, [he laces his fingers in the air, an odd mixing sensation of Lila's hand both there and not,] I came to you because I wanted you. You don't have to do anything except be with me.