[He does flinch, as much from the tone as from the hand on his shoulder. The slight tug back feels like it might as well be a wrenching. It breaks through what's happening like a whip-crack, enough for him to fall silent, look away. He's scaring her...]
S-sorry...
[He bites his tongue before he can say more than that. Sara's fingers tighten, shaking... he has practice enough with Komaeda fighting the urge to lean away a little, his shoulder stiff and still.]
I... think I'll go. W-won't be long...
[He tries to smile but it's weak and transient, like he's used it all up. He flicks Sara a look as he pulls away towards the door, still kind of held by the shoulder. After days of telling Kanna to stay away from Sara, don't speak to her, don't interact, don't trade tokens... this might seem very strange to her, he thinks. He's trusting you with her, the look says. Very specifically and deliberately. Don't betray him.
He ducks one side down a little in a worryingly practiced motion and leaves proper... after a period of time to have a bit of a Moment and then some exploration (can't really call it a headcount if nobody has heads) he comes back, panting and a little out of breath, leaning against the door frame.]
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Date: 2021-09-18 08:28 am (UTC)S-sorry...
[He bites his tongue before he can say more than that. Sara's fingers tighten, shaking... he has practice enough with Komaeda fighting the urge to lean away a little, his shoulder stiff and still.]
I... think I'll go. W-won't be long...
[He tries to smile but it's weak and transient, like he's used it all up. He flicks Sara a look as he pulls away towards the door, still kind of held by the shoulder. After days of telling Kanna to stay away from Sara, don't speak to her, don't interact, don't trade tokens... this might seem very strange to her, he thinks. He's trusting you with her, the look says. Very specifically and deliberately. Don't betray him.
He ducks one side down a little in a worryingly practiced motion and leaves proper... after a period of time to have a bit of a Moment and then some exploration (can't really call it a headcount if nobody has heads) he comes back, panting and a little out of breath, leaning against the door frame.]
Q-taro's missing...!