[ Red takes the hand gingerly once he's sat and it's offered, even if really, a hand from Komaeda is one he would readily take in any scenario before most others. His palm against the older boy's offers no hesitation in its touch, instead a muted anticipation along the surface, turning into a soft sense of trust as his hand relaxes into the hold, a comfort in the companionship.
His ears were taking in his words, which distracts him for a moment to consider. Stars dimming and glowing... he tries to understand it himself. However-- ]
Part of what whole? [ He was willing to listen, confusing as it currently was to him. ]
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His ears were taking in his words, which distracts him for a moment to consider. Stars dimming and glowing... he tries to understand it himself. However-- ]
Part of what whole? [ He was willing to listen, confusing as it currently was to him. ]