[Komaeda continues to dig one-handedly, and albeit, quite a lot slower than Atem does. He's too preoccupied with his thoughts, and the feelings Atem fills the space of his skull and ribs with. It shouldn't be surprising to hear, at this point, that the other enjoys spending time with him, but... It still feels like it's sometimes asking for too much.

His head bows slightly, obscuring the bluish tint that rises to his cheeks with the long tendrils of his anemone-like hair.]

I think I'd have liked that, honestly... Maybe if I hadn't disappeared, or if we hadn't fought...

[—or if Komaeda hadn't made things worse by telling Atem that he was in love with him—]

...Then we could have become comfortable with each other, like you are with others.