[The pings, one after another, coax Komaeda's attention away from the symbol on the wall. He'd much rather continue with the peep show, but... Frustratedly, he brings his laptop back into view. Tail lashing behind him, Komaeda reads the replies, only to hiss out a frustrated breath through his teeth.]

You really are a dense guy when it matters, Atem-kun. I could tell you to your face how I feel about things, and you would make up scenarios in your head about the truth of my words...

You know, our time together isn't guaranteed? I could disappear to the Sea of Stars any day, and the same could be said of you... It's not like it hasn't happened before, right?

[The playfulness of his tone is gone now, replaced instead with a mix of anger and hurt. His wings are slowly unfurling from his sides, and as they do, he pushes himself up from that inviting repose and sits a little more stiffly on the bed—legs held tightly closed and his arms crossed over his middle—closed off.]

If you wanted me to be happy, you'd be here. You would hold me, and kiss me, and tell me that you love me. How long do you think I've been suffocating with these feelings for you? I'm sure half the peninsula is probably wondering why we torment ourselves like this.