[The feelings she gets from Komaeda are weird, disorientingly vulnerable considering how much control he had of the situation a moment ago. That's because of her, she thinks, and can't decide if that's good or bad; inside the privacy of their shared space, she can't rub her cheek against his jaw like she would normally, so instead she projects that same warmth and comfort and affection towards him, the next best thing.]
[There's still a part of her that wants to prod the new thing a little. She lets out a neutral sort of hum, neither denying nor acknowledging Atem-kun's cuteness, although privately she does kind of get it from this perspective. It doesn't bother her. She doesn't know why, and right now it doesn't matter.]
[She asked Atem for help because she needed it, and having him here is already helping. That's all she could ask for.]
[From that same emotional space, warm and comfortable and sweet, guileless in a way she never dares to be out in the world, she asks Komaeda: So do you want him to see you like that?]
He's not sorry, [she tells Atem in a stage whisper, rolling Komaeda's head slightly on his neck. Having muscles feels weird, but good.] Thanks for coming. I got a little—
[No. No, no, no. She's not comfortable enough to be that vulnerable. She goes to shift in the water before the pain reminds her to stop, hisses, and starts pulling the pain back into her again, away from Komaeda. Her eyes lock on Atem's, slightly glazed over with it in a way Komaeda's won't be when he takes over again.]
We're gonna have to talk later.
[About next steps. About what to do. About pounds of flesh. All of that. She knows he already knows.]
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[The feelings she gets from Komaeda are weird, disorientingly vulnerable considering how much control he had of the situation a moment ago. That's because of her, she thinks, and can't decide if that's good or bad; inside the privacy of their shared space, she can't rub her cheek against his jaw like she would normally, so instead she projects that same warmth and comfort and affection towards him, the next best thing.]
[There's still a part of her that wants to prod the new thing a little. She lets out a neutral sort of hum, neither denying nor acknowledging Atem-kun's cuteness, although privately she does kind of get it from this perspective. It doesn't bother her. She doesn't know why, and right now it doesn't matter.]
[She asked Atem for help because she needed it, and having him here is already helping. That's all she could ask for.]
[From that same emotional space, warm and comfortable and sweet, guileless in a way she never dares to be out in the world, she asks Komaeda: So do you want him to see you like that?]
He's not sorry, [she tells Atem in a stage whisper, rolling Komaeda's head slightly on his neck. Having muscles feels weird, but good.] Thanks for coming. I got a little—
[No. No, no, no. She's not comfortable enough to be that vulnerable. She goes to shift in the water before the pain reminds her to stop, hisses, and starts pulling the pain back into her again, away from Komaeda. Her eyes lock on Atem's, slightly glazed over with it in a way Komaeda's won't be when he takes over again.]
We're gonna have to talk later.
[About next steps. About what to do. About pounds of flesh. All of that. She knows he already knows.]