( a start to the day, a bit of energy, or so he thought, but as she continues, komaeda's smile remains as he looks at the expression on her face. he's silent at first, thinking of what to say, but then with a nod, he crosses his arms on the desk as he leans forward against it. )

Yeah... I can be Komaeda today.

( to be honest, he always wants to be komaeda, but for sara, he doesn't mind something different. he'll pick up little bits and pieces of her response, finding how today isn't "fun," but tomorrow will be. his prosthetic taps against the desk slow, wondering if she'll glance down at the sound, or if she's that out of it, but anyone would be if they had a terrible night.

from the way her clothes look, and to the redness of her eyes, he doesn't make it a mission to point it out, but he reaches out with a hand placed along her shoulder. he rub gently, not for comfort, but it'll seem that way as he feels the state of her clothes which caught his attention. )

Your clothes are ruined...

( from the jacket in the corner, to her clothes, had she been outside? that's the deduction he makes, clearly why would anyone be there, then return in this state without taking care of themselves? ) Hm... rather, did something happen with your memories last night?

( considering that was their last conversation aside from detective work. )