[ He only offers a small sigh in response to the question. There were too many things that he needed now to handle it himself, but he's not quite ready to bring up the amount of blood lost. The evidence was around them. It was on Komaeda too. Instead he pops the lid open. The kit is neatly organized, and one can see that some items are older just by the way they've faded - letters have rubbed off packaging and there's one or two things that show signs of wear. He ignores that for not, taking out a few items of interest before considering the best way to get to the item at the bottom.
He settles for sliding his hand in, letting things clatter together as he tips up the false bottom. He feels dizzy, and even this is an insurmountable effort, and the sound of items clattering as they tip over inside and tip out of the case makes him want to scream for an entirely different reason. But he'd heard the conversation from before, and so he procures what should be a familiar item to Komaeda - after all, every student had one. He fiddles with it for a moment, trying to avoid smearing more blood on it than necessary, before holding it out.
Komaeda seems to have readily accepted it by now, but he had nonetheless offered to show his old student ID before. It was undeniable proof of his time spent there, perfectly preserved even after all this time. He'd taken such care to ensure that they wouldn't get it back after he was done with it. He'd kept it all together and added to it and shoved it in a cabinet where he so rarely had to even think about it. ]
just pump him full of blood and drugs and ivs he'll be fine
He settles for sliding his hand in, letting things clatter together as he tips up the false bottom. He feels dizzy, and even this is an insurmountable effort, and the sound of items clattering as they tip over inside and tip out of the case makes him want to scream for an entirely different reason. But he'd heard the conversation from before, and so he procures what should be a familiar item to Komaeda - after all, every student had one. He fiddles with it for a moment, trying to avoid smearing more blood on it than necessary, before holding it out.
Komaeda seems to have readily accepted it by now, but he had nonetheless offered to show his old student ID before. It was undeniable proof of his time spent there, perfectly preserved even after all this time. He'd taken such care to ensure that they wouldn't get it back after he was done with it. He'd kept it all together and added to it and shoved it in a cabinet where he so rarely had to even think about it. ]
I love you, Komaeda-kun.
[ Him and him alone, even now. ]