[Hinata stays quiet, letting the other boy take his pill without pressing him for more detail yet. If Komaeda wanted to talk, he'd talk. Or he'd bring their conversation to an end and tell Hinata to leave him alone. So Hinata stays sitting there, dropping both hands to let them dangle by his knees. His posture is open, ready to listen, even if there's still hints of suspicion lining his face.
Komaeda could be lying. Messing with him, trying to come up with some kind of malicious machination that Hinata couldn't even fathom. But as much as it would be easier to dismiss everything that came out of the other boy's mouth as a total lie... this sounds too sincere.
When Hinata finally does speak again, it's not until it's clear Komaeda's not going to continue. His voice is low and quiet, tinged with uncertainty.]
You're still thinking about it all wrong, Komaeda. I'm not... saying you can't be scared of something like that. Who wouldn't be...? But... isn't you being here a kind of luck? Who knows if it's good or bad just yet, but if you think of it as bad luck, being... being trapped on an alien planet with no way of getting home... wouldn't it be natural to find a treatment here? Good luck has to come from bad. Isn't that right?
[Not... that Hinata personally believes that kind of thing exactly, but it's what Komaeda's said before. And even if he rejected it before, maybe this time... it can be somewhat comforting?]
Besides. Do you still believe in whatever "hope is sleeping inside of me?" [His tone is wry and self-deprecating, lips quirking up into a half-hearted attempt at a smile.] If I say that you being cured thanks to the proper treatment is my hope right now...?
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[Hinata stays quiet, letting the other boy take his pill without pressing him for more detail yet. If Komaeda wanted to talk, he'd talk. Or he'd bring their conversation to an end and tell Hinata to leave him alone. So Hinata stays sitting there, dropping both hands to let them dangle by his knees. His posture is open, ready to listen, even if there's still hints of suspicion lining his face.
Komaeda could be lying. Messing with him, trying to come up with some kind of malicious machination that Hinata couldn't even fathom. But as much as it would be easier to dismiss everything that came out of the other boy's mouth as a total lie... this sounds too sincere.
When Hinata finally does speak again, it's not until it's clear Komaeda's not going to continue. His voice is low and quiet, tinged with uncertainty.]
You're still thinking about it all wrong, Komaeda. I'm not... saying you can't be scared of something like that. Who wouldn't be...? But... isn't you being here a kind of luck? Who knows if it's good or bad just yet, but if you think of it as bad luck, being... being trapped on an alien planet with no way of getting home... wouldn't it be natural to find a treatment here? Good luck has to come from bad. Isn't that right?
[Not... that Hinata personally believes that kind of thing exactly, but it's what Komaeda's said before. And even if he rejected it before, maybe this time... it can be somewhat comforting?]
Besides. Do you still believe in whatever "hope is sleeping inside of me?" [His tone is wry and self-deprecating, lips quirking up into a half-hearted attempt at a smile.] If I say that you being cured thanks to the proper treatment is my hope right now...?