[ Komaeda's love is warm and pure, just as his own is, and the thought of it bubbles up in his chest, and he wishes he could hang onto that feeling forever. He wants to give unapologetic words of love in return, but he refrains for now, not wanting to ruin this chance to speak with him about such an important matter. It would decide how everything proceeded from here.
He nods once. It was about the diseases that had tormented his patient for so long. It was about an effort to uproot his entire life, to shape him into a completely different person than he presently was. He breathes out as Komaeda continues, closing his eyes as he considers the question presented to him. ]
Yes, of course... [ He brings his hand up to his chin, fingers curled as he deliberates. He sets the paper down on the desk so that Komaeda need not even suffer the guilt of tearing it away from him should his answer prove to be unsatisfactory. ] Well, I think I would say that luck is its own kind of force of nature. How else can you describe all of the right factors coming together to cause a person ill or good fortune by simple chance?
[ He shakes his head. He's not superstitious by any means, but nor does he think it's wrong to call a series of coincidences luck. It's a short answer, but everything past that is a subjective experience - is it good? Is it bad? Is it too much or too little? It would all depend on who one asked.
As for him... ]
I would say that in an ideal world, such things were be experienced in small doses... But I'm hardly qualified to speak on such matters.
OH MY GOODDDD THAT'S MY NEW WAY OF EXPLAINING HIM, HE REALLY IS
[ Komaeda's love is warm and pure, just as his own is, and the thought of it bubbles up in his chest, and he wishes he could hang onto that feeling forever. He wants to give unapologetic words of love in return, but he refrains for now, not wanting to ruin this chance to speak with him about such an important matter. It would decide how everything proceeded from here.
He nods once. It was about the diseases that had tormented his patient for so long. It was about an effort to uproot his entire life, to shape him into a completely different person than he presently was. He breathes out as Komaeda continues, closing his eyes as he considers the question presented to him. ]
Yes, of course... [ He brings his hand up to his chin, fingers curled as he deliberates. He sets the paper down on the desk so that Komaeda need not even suffer the guilt of tearing it away from him should his answer prove to be unsatisfactory. ] Well, I think I would say that luck is its own kind of force of nature. How else can you describe all of the right factors coming together to cause a person ill or good fortune by simple chance?
[ He shakes his head. He's not superstitious by any means, but nor does he think it's wrong to call a series of coincidences luck. It's a short answer, but everything past that is a subjective experience - is it good? Is it bad? Is it too much or too little? It would all depend on who one asked.
As for him... ]
I would say that in an ideal world, such things were be experienced in small doses... But I'm hardly qualified to speak on such matters.