He could hear footsteps approaching, the same tread he'd memorized with ease. Surely as binary, it started again. The empty curiousity. It was exhausting trying to ignore it, so he'd stopped, but that only made him angry. He'd never thought that he'd like Komaeda. He'd never wanted to like Komaeda, or anyone really. He didn't have enough time to check for changes in the group, work on the sleeping SHSL, and sleep when he wanted to spend more time in the company of a boy with hair like a graveyard for combs than was necessary.
He stepped aside, waited for Komaeda to turn the corner, and considered trying to trip him, just to see what'd happen, but that'd make it certain he'd stop and then he'd just. Talk to him. For now there was a chance some urgent business was occurring far, far away. His hand drifted back to tug at his hair.