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[Hinata grins, though he can feel a blush threatening, glancing down to where Komaeda's pale hand is set against his shoulder. It shouldn't make a lump happen in his throat, no, that'd be silly... yes. Silly.]

Yeah, count on me. I'll steer us away from dessert tables. [And he steps, pulling Komaeda into the dance.]

[It's not silly. Komaeda is full of butterflies. Because he's a nerd and he's dancing with his boyfriend and he's absurdly happy about it. It's such a normal, everyday thing -- the sort of thing he never thought he'd get to do, never thought anyone would want to do with...

He cuts off, because Hinata doesn't like him thinking those thoughts, and the other boy's influence on him sticks more than he realizes sometimes.]

Should I share a secret, Hajime? I always count on you. [He's decided, lost his doubt about the sort of person Hinata really is, really decided to be, despite everything.]

[Hinata blinks-- and his cheeks redden, heat sweeping through his chest, feeling him up with gratitude, affection. Komaeda always counts on him. He's pretty sure there's nothing that could make him happier than that, knowing Komaeda's moved on into believing in him.

Even as much as it makes him feel knowing Komaeda loves him, to know that he believes in him and counts on him, too-- it's a potent feeling.]

...Thanks. I think that's one of the best secrets I've ever gotten to hear.

[Komaeda smiles at the reaction. Does it make Hinata that happy? Did he really want Komaeda to believe him that badly? It mattered that much? Somehow that makes Komaeda feel warm all over. He's never really mattered to anyone that much, or really at all, before Hinata.

So he just shakes his head.]

There's no reason to thank me for the truth, is there? [Simple as that. But he thinks he knows what Hinata means anyway.]

[Hinata would think he'd made it obvious, how much he'd wanted Komaeda to believe in him-- Loving him just increased that want for him to believe in Hinata, to trust him.]

Of course there's a reason. I'm happy, and I'm grateful... so I'm gonna thank you.

[He slows in the dancing then, giving him a playful look before moving to spin him.]

[Komaeda allows a softer expression on his features now. Grateful. To him. But it is the truth. He's tried to be as suspicious as possible about Hinata, about Kamukura, but Komaeda is pragmatic enough to realize the only evidence he's been given is that Hinata is making different choices, making the best of his ability to do so.

It makes him hopeful that he can do it too, somehow, even if it's him. He wants to make Hinata believe in him too!

But thinking is dashed to bits when he sees that look, and a laugh bursts out of him as he's spinned. Hey. HEY, Hinata.] A-ah! Hajime-kun!

Hmmm? [Hinata's grinning broadly as he keeps on spinning him, until he can pull Komaeda close again. He slides his hand back securely around his waist and dips in close, nudging their foreheads.]

You don't like being spinned, Nagito?

[HE LIKED IT...]

[Komaeda moves to slide both arms around Hinata's neck now, so he can pull himself close, smiling. One hand moves to settle against Hinata's cheek, fingers caressing lightly over skin.]

It was a little surprising... [And maybe he sounds a bit breathless now, but he's smiling.] But I didn't say I don't like it.

So you're not going to complain if I do it again?

[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.]

I didn't say that either.

[Komaeda informs him before the laugh he's been holding back escapes.] But even if I do, there's really no denying that I like it anyway.

[He does like it, okay? So any complaining would be at best just noise. So maybe he's leaning a little closer while they dance, while they're close. Maybe he's forgotten they're quite as in public as they are, but it's hard to remember when he's actually feeling this at ease.

Fingertips -- and they are his prosthetic; Hinata's right really. He uses them as though they're both his flesh and blood -- continue over Hinata's cheek for a moment before he wraps that arm around him as well.]

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