[ Red listens quietly, staying quiet a little after Komaeda finishes, too. There's a fine mist that can be faintly seen as he breathes in the cold air, but Red does nothing about it. Let it stay, for now. ]

Have you thought about... [ 'Not moving?' No, that isn't a good way to put (and he already knows the answer), and so he huffs lightly, mouth clamped, a tight expression on his face before it softens. He starts again. ] We have keep moving, sure, but-- have you talked to anyone about it yet? Have you talked about how you feel?

You weren't close, but you admired her. She... [ His lips pinch as he pauses, gaze leaving Komaeda for the ground beside them, then returning again. There's a look more sympathetic on his face, there too in his voice. ]

...isn't this like losing her again? But-- for the very first time.