[Hinata's face turns slightly, into the press of his fingers. These days, he can hardly tell which one's the real hand and which one's the prosthetic. His own work, but also because Komaeda's fallen back into being so comfortable with two once more.
His eyes close for a moment as he thinks this, content.]
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[Hinata's face turns slightly, into the press of his fingers. These days, he can hardly tell which one's the real hand and which one's the prosthetic. His own work, but also because Komaeda's fallen back into being so comfortable with two once more.
His eyes close for a moment as he thinks this, content.]