[Maybe it's mechanical and without the emotions that may drive Hinata normally, but it's also something, and right now that's more than Komaeda was prepared to hope for.
He's still warm and solid, after all; Komaeda can feel the weight of that hand on his head, fingers in his hair.
For some reason those words are reassuring. Even if they shouldn't be. But he does know that Hinata was devolving to the point where getting him to sustain himself might have been hard, for however long this continued to last. He laughs, a quiet, exhausted exhale more than actual laughter.] How strange. It's not the first time I've thought I should thank you.
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He's still warm and solid, after all; Komaeda can feel the weight of that hand on his head, fingers in his hair.
For some reason those words are reassuring. Even if they shouldn't be. But he does know that Hinata was devolving to the point where getting him to sustain himself might have been hard, for however long this continued to last. He laughs, a quiet, exhausted exhale more than actual laughter.] How strange. It's not the first time I've thought I should thank you.