( once they find a place to sit and chat, komaeda finds himself quiet majority of the way. listening to natsume becomes second nature some days due to having such riveting conversations, not only that, he's unable to keep his eyes off the other's lips, and how he indulges in one cookie, and then another.

komaeda was right, he knows then, but to see him eating them here, in front of him feels so taboo. he doesn't take his eyes off, instead he settles his elbows on the table, his chin resting in his palm. )

Ahaha, thank you for spending the night with me, Sakasaki-kun. It has been... almost a year.

( just a few more days, and the new year will come, they'll live their few more months, and everything will come to an end, supposedly. )

Hinata-kun might, but he's lost his memories. Hm... Telling them what I like, it won't matter, they'll come to forget, just like everything else.

( he informs before looking at the plate of cookies, and with his prosthetic, he'll start placing the cookies in their proper order. )

I really don't want much aside from watching you, and their hope grow. It's the same wish everyday, nothing will top that for me.