[The wind gentles, to a dull snarl as Komaeda grabs the edge of the table and hauls himself to his feet. Hajime. The word crashes around inside his head as he slowly picks his way across the living room. At the door frame he reaches out and grasps hold of the white shirt, clenching it tightly. He almost jerks back in horror when the wind turns warm then steadies himself.]
Hajime. [The word comes out a little slurred, but he says it again. He's half tempted to repeat it endlessly but instead he tugs on his shirt, urging him closer.] ...I'm afraid I can't move much farther without help. It was...
[His eyes slide away from his boyfriend's to the wall.] a difficult time.
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Hajime. [The word comes out a little slurred, but he says it again. He's half tempted to repeat it endlessly but instead he tugs on his shirt, urging him closer.] ...I'm afraid I can't move much farther without help. It was...
[His eyes slide away from his boyfriend's to the wall.] a difficult time.