[ The alert of hurting Komaeda through the supply of that emotion is gone now, and when Komaeda approaches him, extends him that hand, it's by an uncertainty that makes him not know if to take it. It was a strange offer to see, when perhaps it shouldn't be. For he understands after that moment its meaning, and takes a hold of it gingerly.

Some of the damp air fades away, through some better control of dunamis coming through. ]

Mm. [ A noise, to indicate he didn't mind. ] Things had been hard for him at the time. That day had been the first I'd seen him happy in a while. [ He doesn't know if he should be holding this hand, but for the time that he is, he's tracing a thumb over Komaeda's skin, showing more colour than it had been not long ago.

But then he stops, just so he can squeeze it, no longer the concern about what he deserved on his mind when he lifts his eyes to Komaeda. The hold was now no longer for him. ]

...Did you die here?

[ It's a question asked softly. ]