[Hinata looks down. Tight. Something in his chest feels tight.]
Even after something like this... You're still speaking so calmly about it.
[There's anger boiling in him, he realizes. Not directed at Komaeda; not even close. At their lovely hosts, maybe, for putting them in a situation where this could happen. At himself, a lot more likely, for not acknowledging this could happen and trying to prevent it somehow.
Barely lifting his eyes, Hinata reaches out and wipes a bit of blood off of Komaeda's cheek, holding it right in front of his face.]
How can you say that you're okay, when the evidence that you're not is right in front of you?
[His gaze finally lifts, and pain flickers in his eyes as he speaks.]
And worse than that... How can you say I'm not supposed to worry about you?
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Date: 2018-02-24 09:38 am (UTC)[Hinata looks down. Tight. Something in his chest feels tight.]
Even after something like this... You're still speaking so calmly about it.
[There's anger boiling in him, he realizes. Not directed at Komaeda; not even close. At their lovely hosts, maybe, for putting them in a situation where this could happen. At himself, a lot more likely, for not acknowledging this could happen and trying to prevent it somehow.
Barely lifting his eyes, Hinata reaches out and wipes a bit of blood off of Komaeda's cheek, holding it right in front of his face.]
How can you say that you're okay, when the evidence that you're not is right in front of you?
[His gaze finally lifts, and pain flickers in his eyes as he speaks.]
And worse than that... How can you say I'm not supposed to worry about you?