[ A swear hisses out from under the tape the moment breath is allowed past, and continues after his mouth is free and he rubs his lips against his shoulder as if that would do anything more than further irritate the skin. ]
-—what'd you do?
[ are the first audible words grumbled out of his mouth, less accusatory than he wants them to be because it's not as if it's Komaeda's fault his life is hell and he makes everything hell around him.
After a beat, because the moment to say thanks had passed and he'd feel awkward about it anyways, he gestures with his shoulder for Komaeda to turn around instead. ]
no subject
-—what'd you do?
[ are the first audible words grumbled out of his mouth, less accusatory than he wants them to be because it's not as if it's Komaeda's fault his life is hell and he makes everything hell around him.
After a beat, because the moment to say thanks had passed and he'd feel awkward about it anyways, he gestures with his shoulder for Komaeda to turn around instead. ]
I'll get your hands, then you get mine.