I stopped worrying about it when we started arguing. [By that point it had ceased being a concern. Komaeda turns his head to the side as he rakes his fingers through his hair.] I'm tired, Hinata. Neither of us need to go anywhere...I don't mind sharing a bed with you.

[It had been the possible loss of control at the hands of someone who never meant to see that side of him that had made things so terrible to consider. Komaeda adds quietly.] But, I'd understand if you don't want to.