[Dead silence. Seconds drip by viscuous and slow. Finally Komaeda looks back at her and the cheer has vanished from his face.] Yes.

[The exhaustion comes back slamming into him like a sledgehammer. He looks away and walks towards the kitchen.] I'll make us some tea. This is going to be, haha, a difficult conversation.

[He takes his time brewing the tea. Komaeda knows he's stalling. He's never discussed being in love to anyone, not even Silver. He'd kept it to himself. Maybe because of how fast he could lose it.

When he joins her in the living room again, he relights the lamps.] He's known I do for months. It's...part of the problem.