[ Hiyori chuckles and shakes his head in a way that suggests that Komaeda need not worry. If something were to happen, he would resolve the issue as he always had. He had planend of every inevitability. That's why he lets his hand be taken closer - soft to the touch, but calloused from years of work that was as difficult as it was delicate. It warms his heart to hear the talent they'd assigned to him called beautiful. Not everyone could appreciate its true beauty, but he believes even if he were to explain the extent of how far it went - all the experiments, the way he forced people to live even when they begged for death, the painful ways that he extended their lives before ending them when their despair finally satisfied him, he's certain that this is a person who could appreciate that.
"Their hope wasn't strong enough." That was a good way of putting it. The world had no use for such a pitiful resolve. He pats Komaeda's head, a small frown pulling at his lips as his eyes move up to the flickering lights. Was it a faulty bulb? They have a generator in the event of a power failure, but he doesn't favor the idea of it being needed. There would be efforts to pull him away to assist with more important work.
He dismisses it as his own paranoia. He always overthought such matters. But he works a little quicker now, starting with replacing the IV. He pauses to pat Komaeda's head. ]
Well then, perhaps you can stop giving me a need to? [ He smiles gently, but it doesn't reach his eyes - the furrowed brow denoting his regret, because he know that he'll be seeing him again shortly after. ] But you're is my precious patient, as all those that I choose to care for are, and so my talents aren't wasted.
[ He hums thoughtfully before tapping his nose with his index finger before he starts the process over again - cleaning the wound again, applying the salve... ]
I'll forgive you if you promise to come and visit me me one day. It has to be because you want to though, okay? I don't want you giving me extra work then. I want to see the Komaeda-kun that others do every day.
[ It's a bit of a derail from his promised explanation about the school, bkut he thinks that it's as good of an opportunity as any to drop the suggestion. ]
SIGHS AND PULLS OUT WALLET...
"Their hope wasn't strong enough." That was a good way of putting it. The world had no use for such a pitiful resolve. He pats Komaeda's head, a small frown pulling at his lips as his eyes move up to the flickering lights. Was it a faulty bulb? They have a generator in the event of a power failure, but he doesn't favor the idea of it being needed. There would be efforts to pull him away to assist with more important work.
He dismisses it as his own paranoia. He always overthought such matters. But he works a little quicker now, starting with replacing the IV. He pauses to pat Komaeda's head. ]
Well then, perhaps you can stop giving me a need to? [ He smiles gently, but it doesn't reach his eyes - the furrowed brow denoting his regret, because he know that he'll be seeing him again shortly after. ] But you're is my precious patient, as all those that I choose to care for are, and so my talents aren't wasted.
[ He hums thoughtfully before tapping his nose with his index finger before he starts the process over again - cleaning the wound again, applying the salve... ]
I'll forgive you if you promise to come and visit me me one day. It has to be because you want to though, okay? I don't want you giving me extra work then. I want to see the Komaeda-kun that others do every day.
[ It's a bit of a derail from his promised explanation about the school, bkut he thinks that it's as good of an opportunity as any to drop the suggestion. ]