[ Hiyori has always been sensitive to danger, and now is no exception. He senses it, and he has the distinct sense that he needs to act swiftly to snuff it out. But the drugs have settled in and ruined his capacity to do so - he's tired, his body sluggish, his mind only halfway functional and his emotions dampened. He doesn't immediately respond to the suggestion (order?) but he does unwrap himself from around Komaeda at long last in what is by itself a clear refusal.
The extra work? No, that was his life. His work as a surgeon was important. It was the subject that he dedicated himself to most even now, with much of his continuing education and research related to it, but he had so many passions and talents - hard sciences and soft sciences and technology and arts. "Surgeon" might be one of the many titles that he held, and it was the most important of the individual parts, but it was part of an interwoven web.
He stares blankly, focusing on counting his breaths as he tries to collect his thoughts on the matter. He's not articulate enough to expression his thoughts, but through that he knows that his work as Sou Hiyori was everything to him. He's not sure why the idea of losing that scares him so much, but he knows that it does. After all, who would he be then? Who would he be without that? ]
... I see.
[ That's the only response he offers, and it's probably the nicest one that he can in his current position. But he shakes his head, trying to dismiss it from his head for how much the very concept agitates him even now. No, it's the opposite. He needs to get back to his work quickly. He needs to do more, and to be much, much more than he is now.
He glances to the side again, wincing as he properly leans back against the sofa. ]
Ah, you can use the guest bedroom tonight if you'd like. It should be fairly tidy.
[ Is that him refusing to properly acknowledge the suggestion? It sure is. ]
[ He realizes after a moment that he was being too harsh, and shakes his head. No, he souldn't let himself get like this either... He's being too emotional, and he's upsetting him. ]
... I'm sorry, Komaeda-kun. I love hearing your thoughts, but I can't give you what you want. I won't give up everything that makes me myself.
[ That's why the kindest thing he can do is acknowledge those feelings and move on - no, that's not right, being direct like this is far kinder. But even then, it's a twisted version of everything that Hiyori wants for others. It was up to each person to judge those around them. It was up to each person to decide what they wanted. It was not their duty to look to others and force them to live their lives a certain way. He has to live as Sou Hiyori, for himself and for no one else.
Komaeda can't understand that because he lives for others, thinks of others, and never once stops to think of his own wants and needs.
He sighs and presses his palm to his forehead, willing his head to clear up. Normally he's so much better than this... He can't be hurting people like this... He watches Komaeda walk away, and the sense that he should do something strikes him. But what is that? He's not sure.
Getting himself off the floor seems like as good of a start as any. He twists around, shifting onto his knees and placing his hand on the edge of the sofa. Fortunately, he's managed to get around his house (and fallen) enough to at least have learned that he can lift himself up off the ground if needed. One knee goes up as he solidly places his foot on the floor. He has to stay that way for several seconds, once more counting his breath, before he can finally work up the willpower to shove himself off the ground and to his feet. Hiyori wobbles a little once up, but he manages to keep himself standing.
He shakes his head and lets out another sigh, mumbling to himself. ]
People need to think for themselves, and make their own decisions... Why is that so hard to understand...?
[ How childish. It tends to be like this. Even though it was just a rejection of deciding another person's life, it was being taken as a rejection of the act of thinking at all. Hiyori manages to straighten himself up, an act that leaves him dizzy, but he manages to push through it. He makes it to the armrest and leans on the back of it for several seconds, hesitant to answer the second question. He doesn't want to hurt his feelings any further, but it feels wrong to brush everything under the rug like that, and he's not retaining things well.
Gotta focus... ]
... Ah, maybe in a little while? I think I ate too much...
[ Which isn't a lie, he ate fairly light most days, but he tended to have a second stomach for dessert. Right now, though, he's more worried about Komaeda. He had been ready to cry. Why had it hurt him so much...? It wasn't as though abandoning all of his other pursuits would let him dedicate more time to his "talent," it would just leave him with a glaring empty space in his schedule.
Despite needing to move slowly, or perhaps because of it, he manages to keep his footsteps as light as ever. ]
I'm still a surgeon, you know... That's one of my jobs, and I do far more continuing education than I need to...
[ He has to stop to speak, and his back aches from the continued movement, but he's managing well enough. He wishes he weren't on this medication, that he didn't need it. ]
But my passion is caring for others. I could never lazily tie myself to just one thing and say that was good enough... That's what made me their greatest prodigy... That's why I'm still the best in my field.
[ Talent, intellect, charisma, passion - he truly had it all. That comes out a little more coherently, and it's not hard to imagine that he's said most of those pieces dozens of times at one point or another, albeit perhaps not together. He continues his slow steps, finally giving Komaeda a chance to respond. Even this is based purely on what dredges of his memory he can cling to, little pieces of habit that remain.
He makes his way into the kitchen where Komaeda is. He takes note of the bottle of pills and grabs it along the way, tucking it into a pocket before he slips up behind Komaeda, pressing up on his back and wrapping his arms around him, chin dropping on his shoulder.
If he wasn't crippled and on drugs, this probably would've happened ages ago. Fortunately, he is, so Komaeda had plenty of time to do anything he needed to. ]
Besides, what would I do with that much free time...? Hm... Perhaps I should spend it all with Komaeda-kun...?
[ It could almost be teasing, but he sounds pretty serious about it. ]
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Hiyori feels his teeth snap together as a shoulder bounces up and into his chin. He can't help the slight chuckle that follows, but he does feel a little bad. His footsteps had always been light, and his presence was easy to miss if one wasn't paying attention. He wraps his arms around him a little more tightly as Komaeda tries to pull away, pressing himself more firmly against him. ]
I didn't mean to frighten you... But you haven't answered my question.
[ What would he do with his life, if not devoting himself to his passions? if not working? What purpose would there be left for him then? He turns his head to look to Komaeda, but even with that glazed look it's not hard to see the concern on his face. He exhales, trying to think of the right way to handle this. It should come naturally to him, but it doesn't, and he just finds himself standing there uselessly. ]
You were about to cry, Komaeda-kun What's really bothering you? ... If I promise to listen, and take it seriously, will you tell me?
[ He doesn't seem to have noticed the white on the plate, at least, though he barely seems to have paid it more than the glance he gave when it flopped onto it. It's doubtful that he'll be able to get anything out of him now, Komaeda always shut himself up so fast and he's in no state to drag those feelings out, but he has to try. Hiyori has always been sensitive to changes in people, and he thinks if he doesn't at least try now, there won't be another chance. ]
Why do you hate Sou Hiyori so much? At least tell me that.
[ Perhaps they were both only good for one thing in Komaeda's eyes.
...
Perhaps it would be better if he removed himself until he had more presence of mind. ]
[ Ah, even the strong drugs he's on can't completely numb the pain that comes with those words. His eyes widen and his mouth parts, his fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt and every muscle in his body seems to tense up, before it falls slack all at once. His grip loosens, and he inclines his head so it can lean again Komaeda's for just a moment. Only one purpose indeed. It's not a surprise, but to hear it put into words... ]
That's... [ He cuts off, a little quiver in his voice that's gone by time he continues, ] That's alright, I'm used to it.
[ There were those at Hope's Peak, of course, and his fellow Ultimates had no love for them. But it wasn't only them. There were patients who hated him, there were patients' families who despised him, and there were the people who he'd broken beyond repair who despised him... Yes, there were so many people who hated him as a natural consequence of his career that it had ceased to matter long ago. There were so many more who loved him. He gives another small, slightly dazed smile to show that no harm has been done.
Hiyori ignores the cake. His eyes stay on Komaeda. ]
I love you, Komaeda-kun, every part of you. The parts that are passionate and selfless, the parts that are selfless and petulant and dishonest... I love the parts of you that you hate...
[ Another small laugh. He seems to be over the shock. ]
I'll love the part of you that hates me, too... So I'll let go now.
[ Because love was letting go, and no one wanted to be held by someone they hated. But he clings for another moment, pulling him closer as he closes his eyes. He exhales through his nose. Even in this state, where he can't articulate himself, he knows those words. He knows them because it's like a mantra, something that he's said so many times that he's lost count - just with small addition now. But that moment passes, and his grip loosens as he forces himself through the motions of trying to pull away - it's about as easy as anything else is at this moment. ]
[ Hiyori notices that hand, and it causes him to pause, and his movements stop entirely when he watches Komaeda hold himself. It's hard to think, but those signs would be impossible to miss. He watches for a moment, considering whether he should stay or go. It wouldn't do to force the matter if that was how he felt. At any rate, there was no sense in trying to pretend he was a person that he'd never been - his talent had never been constrained to his title. That had, he thinks, been chosen solely due to how exclusive it felt. It was one more for their pile.
He settles on staying for the moment after giving it some thought, wrapping his arms around Komaeda once more to pull him close. He can only hold the position for a short time before one hand has to move to the edge of the counter to help stabilize himself. That's what he wants. It's about what he wants, but it's also not. So though he keeps one arm around Komaeda, as tight as his weakened grip can manage, he says, ]
... I'll stay until you tell me to leave.
[ He can't do any of the things he normally would. There's none of his normal tact, none of the responsiveness, but he at least remembers to do this much. He can still tell Komaeda his worth just with this one action. His back is aching, but it's manageable for the moment. This position isn't as bad as it could be. So whether it's a minute or an hour, he thinks he can manage this much. ]
[ That cake definitely has not escaped his notice and it won't go to waste, as he does pay it a quick glance, but he's keeping his attention on Komaeda as promised. No sweets, no talk of his job or patients, or his hobbies, or anything else. Nor the pain that comes in waves. He'll stay here for now, though. It's manageable, and it will remain so until whenever his limbs decide to give out on him.
It takes him a little longer, but he does loop back round to something Komaeda said, ]
... I've always been like this, Komaeda-kun. I can be happy because I live and love as I choose.
[ Was that selfish? Was that wrong? Perhaps it was, but it was what allowed him to live. There was no causing him to stray off his path because it was always something he chose for himself. He rubs soothing circles along his back to try and ease any remaining tension out of him. It doesn't seem that he's been able to get to the root of the problem, and there was no compromising on the matter of his talent, but maybe this would do for now. ]
[ There's probably no making him happy at this point short of agreeing to all of his demands, which is the one thing that Hiyori cannot do. That leaves them at a bit of an impasse, and he's not sure of how to handle that. It's been hard enough to focus, and it's only getting worse with the added aches and pains. ]
Of course it matters...
[ Even if he has no illusions about it being real love, no more than his own ever is. It's a love for a title. It's love for a person that never existed. That's enough for a person sometimes, and that's how it always is with Hiyori, whose true self is always carefully hidden behind one mask or another. How funny, though, to be loved for a face he'd never even truly worn. He gives Komaeda a little squeeze. ]
I'll think about what you said seriously, okay, Komaeda-kun?
[ Well, he'll try to, anyway. It may or may not stick around in his head, but he thinks that this might, considering this is a subject he constantly hears about. If he does, he's sure he'll be quickly reminded. Either way, he's hoping to be able to kick it down to such a time when just the thought of it isn't so stressful. It's a problem that will need to be dealt with somehow. ]
Is there something I can do to cheer you up a little in the meantime...?
[ If he can some small concession he can make to seal the deal, and in turn to show that he cares about his wants, that would be ideal. ]
[ If the intention was to distract Hiyori from his present line of thought, which was solely fixed on solving the problem at hand, then it is a rousing success. Even now, to have Komaeda press up against him, hand on is waist, and all the while offering him such implications, is enough to crush any sensible thoughts in his head. He swallows thickly, and by the time he's looking down that dazed little smile is back, twitching slightly as he considers.
He really should have at least enjoyed himself before being injured... Hm, well, it might be a little hard now but... ]
Is that so, Komaeda-kun? Well...
[ His back is throbbing, but he thinks he might be willing to endure that for a little longer. But he lets go and... Right. Cake. Sweets. He tears his eyes away from Komaeada, forcing himself to look back to the cake. It really is a cute little dessert, and it had been such a sweet gift to him, it would be truly ungrateful to just waste it. If it were enough to make him happy, then all the better. ]
Yes, of course... You bought it for me, didn't you?
[ ...
Whatever willpower had been keeping him up is starting to ebb now that he's not solely fixated on a singular task (or leaning on a counter or a wall or anything else that could offer support.) He needs to sit down. ]
[ He's absolutely thinking about it, and he covers his mouth with his hand as he considers that prospect, and he really is considering making an argument for what he is and isn't capable of at the moment. But in the end he's not able to take that where he wants it to, and all it does is serve to distract him from any other, more useful thoughts that he might have had before the discussion moves on without him.
How mean... But he shakes his head, dismissing those thoughts once more, though they linger in the back of his mind. ]
Really...? Still, that's very kind of you.
[ He does sound grateful, too. No doubt he would get other such gifts, but none that would matter so much to him. He sits down when prompted. He does blink a little at the mention of bed, though. He takes up the fork, taking up the bite of cake at last, before setting it down again. He habitually reaches to touch his pocket to grab his phone to check the time, and frowns as he only hears the slight rattle of pills as he touches the bottle in his pocket.
Hm, where had he left it? Well, the couch is his bed anyway, and he's been flopped there since he got home, so... He supposes it's fine. ]
[ He takes a couple more bites. Hiyori truly is a glutton when it comes to such things. He pauses there, considering. His bedroom... He doesn't see it very often. His bed is wonderful, it's comfortable and always accepts him readily, but the couch is far more familiar to him by virtue of being far more accessible and closer to the door. Neither are used as often as they should be.
He supposes that's fine then. Perhaps it makes more sense, he wouldn't be stumbling along throughout the house each and every time he needed something or another. ]
Alright, thank you... [ He sounds a little distracted. ] Hm... When did you get here, Komaeda-kun...?
[ He took his last dose around the time that Komaeda had arrived, but he hadn't been paying any attention to the time. That was an oversight on his part. ]
[ Three...? Hiyori pauses, his eyebrows knitting as he considers that answer. That would be five hours, which means he should probably wait another hour or so before taking anything else to be safe. It didn't feel like that much time had passed... Then again, he'd been slipping in and out of consciousness so often that it hardly mattered. It was easy for him to lose large chunks of time. He shakes his head, dismissing any concerns he might have. That was fine, though. ]
No, I'm happy Komaeda-kun is here! I just don't want to double dose.
[ He brings his hand up, touching his forehead with his fingertips before running his fingers through his hair with a small sigh at his own foolishness. The soft smile remains, though. ]
Ahh, it's not fair to tease me so much, Komaeda-kun...
[ It is effective, however, as evidenced by the way his eyes move down to Komaeda's hand the moment it touches his lap before glancing back up, and the small shiver that runs through him in response to the combination of his voice and the way his thigh is squeezed.
There's only a couple bites of cake left, but that seems to be fairly common for him - unless it's something small, his appetite always seems to give out toward the end. He tends to cut things in half, but that hadn't really been an option here. ]
I think... I should wait another hour...? Six to eight...?
[ He blinks, staring at Komaeda. By comparison to his complete confidence, the doctor himself seems uncharacteristically uncertain of himself. ]
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The extra work? No, that was his life. His work as a surgeon was important. It was the subject that he dedicated himself to most even now, with much of his continuing education and research related to it, but he had so many passions and talents - hard sciences and soft sciences and technology and arts. "Surgeon" might be one of the many titles that he held, and it was the most important of the individual parts, but it was part of an interwoven web.
He stares blankly, focusing on counting his breaths as he tries to collect his thoughts on the matter. He's not articulate enough to expression his thoughts, but through that he knows that his work as Sou Hiyori was everything to him. He's not sure why the idea of losing that scares him so much, but he knows that it does. After all, who would he be then? Who would he be without that? ]
... I see.
[ That's the only response he offers, and it's probably the nicest one that he can in his current position. But he shakes his head, trying to dismiss it from his head for how much the very concept agitates him even now. No, it's the opposite. He needs to get back to his work quickly. He needs to do more, and to be much, much more than he is now.
He glances to the side again, wincing as he properly leans back against the sofa. ]
Ah, you can use the guest bedroom tonight if you'd like. It should be fairly tidy.
[ Is that him refusing to properly acknowledge the suggestion? It sure is. ]
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... I'm sorry, Komaeda-kun. I love hearing your thoughts, but I can't give you what you want. I won't give up everything that makes me myself.
[ That's why the kindest thing he can do is acknowledge those feelings and move on - no, that's not right, being direct like this is far kinder. But even then, it's a twisted version of everything that Hiyori wants for others. It was up to each person to judge those around them. It was up to each person to decide what they wanted. It was not their duty to look to others and force them to live their lives a certain way. He has to live as Sou Hiyori, for himself and for no one else.
Komaeda can't understand that because he lives for others, thinks of others, and never once stops to think of his own wants and needs.
He sighs and presses his palm to his forehead, willing his head to clear up. Normally he's so much better than this... He can't be hurting people like this... He watches Komaeda walk away, and the sense that he should do something strikes him. But what is that? He's not sure.
Getting himself off the floor seems like as good of a start as any. He twists around, shifting onto his knees and placing his hand on the edge of the sofa. Fortunately, he's managed to get around his house (and fallen) enough to at least have learned that he can lift himself up off the ground if needed. One knee goes up as he solidly places his foot on the floor. He has to stay that way for several seconds, once more counting his breath, before he can finally work up the willpower to shove himself off the ground and to his feet. Hiyori wobbles a little once up, but he manages to keep himself standing.
He shakes his head and lets out another sigh, mumbling to himself. ]
People need to think for themselves, and make their own decisions... Why is that so hard to understand...?
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Gotta focus... ]
... Ah, maybe in a little while? I think I ate too much...
[ Which isn't a lie, he ate fairly light most days, but he tended to have a second stomach for dessert. Right now, though, he's more worried about Komaeda. He had been ready to cry. Why had it hurt him so much...? It wasn't as though abandoning all of his other pursuits would let him dedicate more time to his "talent," it would just leave him with a glaring empty space in his schedule.
Despite needing to move slowly, or perhaps because of it, he manages to keep his footsteps as light as ever. ]
I'm still a surgeon, you know... That's one of my jobs, and I do far more continuing education than I need to...
[ He has to stop to speak, and his back aches from the continued movement, but he's managing well enough. He wishes he weren't on this medication, that he didn't need it. ]
But my passion is caring for others. I could never lazily tie myself to just one thing and say that was good enough... That's what made me their greatest prodigy... That's why I'm still the best in my field.
[ Talent, intellect, charisma, passion - he truly had it all. That comes out a little more coherently, and it's not hard to imagine that he's said most of those pieces dozens of times at one point or another, albeit perhaps not together. He continues his slow steps, finally giving Komaeda a chance to respond. Even this is based purely on what dredges of his memory he can cling to, little pieces of habit that remain.
He makes his way into the kitchen where Komaeda is. He takes note of the bottle of pills and grabs it along the way, tucking it into a pocket before he slips up behind Komaeda, pressing up on his back and wrapping his arms around him, chin dropping on his shoulder.
If he wasn't crippled and on drugs, this probably would've happened ages ago. Fortunately, he is, so Komaeda had plenty of time to do anything he needed to. ]
Besides, what would I do with that much free time...? Hm... Perhaps I should spend it all with Komaeda-kun...?
[ It could almost be teasing, but he sounds pretty serious about it. ]
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Hiyori feels his teeth snap together as a shoulder bounces up and into his chin. He can't help the slight chuckle that follows, but he does feel a little bad. His footsteps had always been light, and his presence was easy to miss if one wasn't paying attention. He wraps his arms around him a little more tightly as Komaeda tries to pull away, pressing himself more firmly against him. ]
I didn't mean to frighten you... But you haven't answered my question.
[ What would he do with his life, if not devoting himself to his passions? if not working? What purpose would there be left for him then? He turns his head to look to Komaeda, but even with that glazed look it's not hard to see the concern on his face. He exhales, trying to think of the right way to handle this. It should come naturally to him, but it doesn't, and he just finds himself standing there uselessly. ]
You were about to cry, Komaeda-kun What's really bothering you? ... If I promise to listen, and take it seriously, will you tell me?
[ He doesn't seem to have noticed the white on the plate, at least, though he barely seems to have paid it more than the glance he gave when it flopped onto it. It's doubtful that he'll be able to get anything out of him now, Komaeda always shut himself up so fast and he's in no state to drag those feelings out, but he has to try. Hiyori has always been sensitive to changes in people, and he thinks if he doesn't at least try now, there won't be another chance. ]
Why do you hate Sou Hiyori so much? At least tell me that.
[ Perhaps they were both only good for one thing in Komaeda's eyes.
...
Perhaps it would be better if he removed himself until he had more presence of mind. ]
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That's... [ He cuts off, a little quiver in his voice that's gone by time he continues, ] That's alright, I'm used to it.
[ There were those at Hope's Peak, of course, and his fellow Ultimates had no love for them. But it wasn't only them. There were patients who hated him, there were patients' families who despised him, and there were the people who he'd broken beyond repair who despised him... Yes, there were so many people who hated him as a natural consequence of his career that it had ceased to matter long ago. There were so many more who loved him. He gives another small, slightly dazed smile to show that no harm has been done.
Hiyori ignores the cake. His eyes stay on Komaeda. ]
I love you, Komaeda-kun, every part of you. The parts that are passionate and selfless, the parts that are selfless and petulant and dishonest... I love the parts of you that you hate...
[ Another small laugh. He seems to be over the shock. ]
I'll love the part of you that hates me, too... So I'll let go now.
[ Because love was letting go, and no one wanted to be held by someone they hated. But he clings for another moment, pulling him closer as he closes his eyes. He exhales through his nose. Even in this state, where he can't articulate himself, he knows those words. He knows them because it's like a mantra, something that he's said so many times that he's lost count - just with small addition now. But that moment passes, and his grip loosens as he forces himself through the motions of trying to pull away - it's about as easy as anything else is at this moment. ]
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He settles on staying for the moment after giving it some thought, wrapping his arms around Komaeda once more to pull him close. He can only hold the position for a short time before one hand has to move to the edge of the counter to help stabilize himself. That's what he wants. It's about what he wants, but it's also not. So though he keeps one arm around Komaeda, as tight as his weakened grip can manage, he says, ]
... I'll stay until you tell me to leave.
[ He can't do any of the things he normally would. There's none of his normal tact, none of the responsiveness, but he at least remembers to do this much. He can still tell Komaeda his worth just with this one action. His back is aching, but it's manageable for the moment. This position isn't as bad as it could be. So whether it's a minute or an hour, he thinks he can manage this much. ]
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[ That cake definitely has not escaped his notice and it won't go to waste, as he does pay it a quick glance, but he's keeping his attention on Komaeda as promised. No sweets, no talk of his job or patients, or his hobbies, or anything else. Nor the pain that comes in waves. He'll stay here for now, though. It's manageable, and it will remain so until whenever his limbs decide to give out on him.
It takes him a little longer, but he does loop back round to something Komaeda said, ]
... I've always been like this, Komaeda-kun. I can be happy because I live and love as I choose.
[ Was that selfish? Was that wrong? Perhaps it was, but it was what allowed him to live. There was no causing him to stray off his path because it was always something he chose for himself. He rubs soothing circles along his back to try and ease any remaining tension out of him. It doesn't seem that he's been able to get to the root of the problem, and there was no compromising on the matter of his talent, but maybe this would do for now. ]
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Of course it matters...
[ Even if he has no illusions about it being real love, no more than his own ever is. It's a love for a title. It's love for a person that never existed. That's enough for a person sometimes, and that's how it always is with Hiyori, whose true self is always carefully hidden behind one mask or another. How funny, though, to be loved for a face he'd never even truly worn. He gives Komaeda a little squeeze. ]
I'll think about what you said seriously, okay, Komaeda-kun?
[ Well, he'll try to, anyway. It may or may not stick around in his head, but he thinks that this might, considering this is a subject he constantly hears about. If he does, he's sure he'll be quickly reminded. Either way, he's hoping to be able to kick it down to such a time when just the thought of it isn't so stressful. It's a problem that will need to be dealt with somehow. ]
Is there something I can do to cheer you up a little in the meantime...?
[ If he can some small concession he can make to seal the deal, and in turn to show that he cares about his wants, that would be ideal. ]
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He really should have at least enjoyed himself before being injured... Hm, well, it might be a little hard now but... ]
Is that so, Komaeda-kun? Well...
[ His back is throbbing, but he thinks he might be willing to endure that for a little longer. But he lets go and... Right. Cake. Sweets. He tears his eyes away from Komaeada, forcing himself to look back to the cake. It really is a cute little dessert, and it had been such a sweet gift to him, it would be truly ungrateful to just waste it. If it were enough to make him happy, then all the better. ]
Yes, of course... You bought it for me, didn't you?
[ ...
Whatever willpower had been keeping him up is starting to ebb now that he's not solely fixated on a singular task (or leaning on a counter or a wall or anything else that could offer support.) He needs to sit down. ]
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How mean... But he shakes his head, dismissing those thoughts once more, though they linger in the back of his mind. ]
Really...? Still, that's very kind of you.
[ He does sound grateful, too. No doubt he would get other such gifts, but none that would matter so much to him. He sits down when prompted. He does blink a little at the mention of bed, though. He takes up the fork, taking up the bite of cake at last, before setting it down again. He habitually reaches to touch his pocket to grab his phone to check the time, and frowns as he only hears the slight rattle of pills as he touches the bottle in his pocket.
Hm, where had he left it? Well, the couch is his bed anyway, and he's been flopped there since he got home, so... He supposes it's fine. ]
Ah, what time is it...?
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He supposes that's fine then. Perhaps it makes more sense, he wouldn't be stumbling along throughout the house each and every time he needed something or another. ]
Alright, thank you... [ He sounds a little distracted. ] Hm... When did you get here, Komaeda-kun...?
[ He took his last dose around the time that Komaeda had arrived, but he hadn't been paying any attention to the time. That was an oversight on his part. ]
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No, I'm happy Komaeda-kun is here! I just don't want to double dose.
[ He brings his hand up, touching his forehead with his fingertips before running his fingers through his hair with a small sigh at his own foolishness. The soft smile remains, though. ]
I should set an alarm.
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[ It is effective, however, as evidenced by the way his eyes move down to Komaeda's hand the moment it touches his lap before glancing back up, and the small shiver that runs through him in response to the combination of his voice and the way his thigh is squeezed.
There's only a couple bites of cake left, but that seems to be fairly common for him - unless it's something small, his appetite always seems to give out toward the end. He tends to cut things in half, but that hadn't really been an option here. ]
I think... I should wait another hour...? Six to eight...?
[ He blinks, staring at Komaeda. By comparison to his complete confidence, the doctor himself seems uncharacteristically uncertain of himself. ]
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when are you going to stop ntring me nms go back 2 ur majority game tag
FIVE TIMES EACH THREAD i'm starting to feel second hand sexual frustration tbqh
WELL YEAH BUT IS KOMAEDA GONNA FINALLY RESOLVE THE TENSION AFTER HE'S NOT CRIPPLED AND/OR DRUGGED???
IT'S FINE IT'LL JUST BE A REWARD FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR
THEY CAN FUCK MORE THAN ONCE???? AS A PATIENT THEN AS A BF THEN AS A HUSBAND
OKAY FINE TEMPORARY EX-PATIENT BUT THEN AS A PATIENT HE CAN DO BOTH
okay you know what that's fair, komaeda shouldn't have to settle like that
does that mean their first time can be in his office while he's shirking his duties
that's true maybe he won't moan into the phone this time