[If he weren't so out of it, he wouldn't allow this healing thing to happen. As it is, it's not until Komaeda's half done with it that he even realizes what he's doing; the sting begins to fade, unwanted, and his head snaps down to finally take in the scene. He'd been staring blankly, his mind too full of the unseen to engage with the real world in that moment.
He shakes his head briskly, his lips turning down into an awkward scowl like he's not sure that's actually the expression he wants on his face.]
—Just tell me what I can do, dammit. Like I said . . . anything. For her, I don't care what it is.
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He shakes his head briskly, his lips turning down into an awkward scowl like he's not sure that's actually the expression he wants on his face.]
—Just tell me what I can do, dammit. Like I said . . . anything. For her, I don't care what it is.