[Ironically, it's easier to follow Atem's body language as a dog than any other form he might take. The way those ears pin back and that tail slows, all the way down to how his jowls pull and how his eyes widen by just a fraction, as, no doubt, too many thoughts filter through his head. When Atem finally does give his reply, it's... A non-answer. Komaeda should've already known.

His own expression deflates a bit, as he hunkers down and leans more of his weight against his knees, practically folding into himself although not completely closed off. It's impossible to mask his disappointment, but... They're working on this, still. It's a work in progress—and part of that work in progress is not just going along with those non-answers.]

Is that how you really feel, Atem-kun? [He asks, hopeful that prying will actually get Atem to open up and talk about it.] Because... I can call Mukuro, it wouldn't be difficult. You know she would come, but...

I'd rather you just tell me what's going on in your head. Do you not want to be alone with me?

[Being near yet far for a month has left a lasting effect. Much like Komaeda's realization that he can return to the Sea of Stars at any time, there is the reality that Atem can also just disappear. If they only have so much time together, if they never know when one of them might leave, then it makes this all the more important, right?]