[Their relationship is one that is no stranger to blood. Komaeda doesn't mind it, can't bring himself to care. The more important thing is that Hinata's arms come around him in turn. It's better, warmer. None of that cold, detached manner that marked each movement Kamukura seemed to make.

He nods in agreement, hand smoothing over Hinata's hair gently.] It is strange, but maybe that's to be expected. Everything that's happened, everything you've been through, it's really unique, isn't it?

[That laugh draws a smile over his face and he nods, stepping back.] I suppose that's a good idea. My head is in rough enough shape without help, don't you think? [His poor, poor brain.]