[For a second he doesn't even know how to breathe. Half formed memories graze the present as he slowly holds his hand out low. How many years...
His expression. His emotions. All of it feels blank like a canvas waiting to be painted. Komaeda's lips move to form words but nothing comes out. His hand is so much bigger than it should be.
Or maybe it's just the impression he gets as he focuses totally on the small fuzzy form.
He tries to speak again and finally manages a whisper.] Silver...I...I...
[What is the word he needs? It seems so elusive.] Thank. Thank you.
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Date: 2017-01-14 10:39 pm (UTC)His expression. His emotions. All of it feels blank like a canvas waiting to be painted. Komaeda's lips move to form words but nothing comes out. His hand is so much bigger than it should be.
Or maybe it's just the impression he gets as he focuses totally on the small fuzzy form.
He tries to speak again and finally manages a whisper.] Silver...I...I...
[What is the word he needs? It seems so elusive.] Thank. Thank you.