[ There's plenty of words on his lips. All things he wants to say as he shamefully looks at Komaeda, then away, something comforting in about his presence that Red doesn't know if he should be encouraging to leave. Komaeda could go. He doesn't need to be here. He shouldn't want him here to see him overreact so badly after he had been helping him and his pokémon.

Red wraps the free hand around one of his legs, trying to find some rhythm of breath, to calm, at a time when his ribcage feels locked up tight. It makes the pressure around him change to his breathing, but barely. ]

I'm scared of hurting people. ... I'm scared of losing control. [ It would be softly said, if not for the way his voice is laced with shame that makes the air heavier around him. He closes his eyes. ] ...Can you give me a minute?

[ But then, after a beat- ] You don't need to stay.

[ There was still time for him to leave. ]