[Komaeda's mood isn't difficult to discern. His entire frame holds the worry he feels, when he stands within a space that's suffused so thoroughly with Nanami's scent. It only further reminds him of the week before, of his attempt to spare her from pain and only succeeding in showing her the one thing he hoped to always keep away from her gaze.
So when she pats the space beside her, beckoning him over, it's that guilt that keeps him planted firmly in spot for a moment longer than he normally would. He stares at her, his tail still low and tucked tight against his legs, his ears flat. He doesn't want to disappoint Nanami further though, so his hesitation doesn't last long enough to get her to beckon him a second time.
When Komaeda takes the space next to her, he distinctly separates himself. His bulkier frame folds into itself, his arms tucked to his knees and his muzzle lowered to rest atop them.]
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So when she pats the space beside her, beckoning him over, it's that guilt that keeps him planted firmly in spot for a moment longer than he normally would. He stares at her, his tail still low and tucked tight against his legs, his ears flat. He doesn't want to disappoint Nanami further though, so his hesitation doesn't last long enough to get her to beckon him a second time.
When Komaeda takes the space next to her, he distinctly separates himself. His bulkier frame folds into itself, his arms tucked to his knees and his muzzle lowered to rest atop them.]
...Have you been having nightmares about it?