[ Komaeda pulls away, and there's a sudden void that wasn't there before, causing another shiver to run down his spine. It seems as though he were made to fill that space, and Hiyori longs to reach other and pull him close again so that they might continue. But he can't and he doesn't, instead focusing his efforts on taking several deep breaths to steady himself, to try and calm his trembling hands as he turns to the other. He looks back, slightly dewy-eyed, unable to fully mask the disappointment, shaking his head to clear his mind.
When was the last time anyone was able to pull such a reaction out of him? Hiyori can't remember. Perhaps during his teenage years, but even then he can't quite remember.
He manages to calm himself a little, though his head is swimming and he struggles to fish out the right words and reactions for this situation. He swallow as he watches Komaeda lick his lip, inviting him to taste it himself, but that would only lead to him pushing for more... But then, would that really be so bad when he only need to reach out and take it? It would be, of course, because it would be a short term gain at the cost of ending a long term goal.
He reaches out his hand instead, having forced it to steady, and pats Komaeda's head. He strokes his hair for a few seconds, but nothing more. ]
Thank you, Komaeda-kun. [ For his kindness. ] I'm... [ Another small, calming breath. ] Ah, I'm already asking too much of you, so please don't worry about me. I do have an extra room, so you're free to spend the night if you'd like. Help yourself to anything here.
[ He uses the last of his common sense to draw that boundary, knowing that to do anything else would draw issues. It would be enabling the bad behaviors being practiced, and he's grateful that this thought was so deeply ingrained into him. ]
I'll get out of your way now.
[ He forces that gentle smile, apologetic and a little humiliated to have to ask such a thing. But he takes his hand back and turns, padding his way out of the kitchen, thinking that he should have taken a bucket of ice to dump his head in along with him. ]
HE'S SO DISGUSTING, I HATE HIM please kill him quickly
When was the last time anyone was able to pull such a reaction out of him? Hiyori can't remember. Perhaps during his teenage years, but even then he can't quite remember.
He manages to calm himself a little, though his head is swimming and he struggles to fish out the right words and reactions for this situation. He swallow as he watches Komaeda lick his lip, inviting him to taste it himself, but that would only lead to him pushing for more... But then, would that really be so bad when he only need to reach out and take it? It would be, of course, because it would be a short term gain at the cost of ending a long term goal.
He reaches out his hand instead, having forced it to steady, and pats Komaeda's head. He strokes his hair for a few seconds, but nothing more. ]
Thank you, Komaeda-kun. [ For his kindness. ] I'm... [ Another small, calming breath. ] Ah, I'm already asking too much of you, so please don't worry about me. I do have an extra room, so you're free to spend the night if you'd like. Help yourself to anything here.
[ He uses the last of his common sense to draw that boundary, knowing that to do anything else would draw issues. It would be enabling the bad behaviors being practiced, and he's grateful that this thought was so deeply ingrained into him. ]
I'll get out of your way now.
[ He forces that gentle smile, apologetic and a little humiliated to have to ask such a thing. But he takes his hand back and turns, padding his way out of the kitchen, thinking that he should have taken a bucket of ice to dump his head in along with him. ]