[ Daisuke continues rubbing Naegi's back. He heard that running hand through a person's hair also felt nice too, but that seemed awkward, especially in the current situation.

Instead, he sits up on the bed since his back was crouching a bit before. Posture, man. ]

... Well, Makoto. Look... I'm not gonna disagree with you, but think of it this way! They're only memories. Sure, it could have been you or someone with your identity, but you're you right now. And you're not in a dangerous place like that.

I know it's always easier said than done, but if you ever need help when you remember something really bad, I'll be here for you.

I'll even ask your uni friends for notes if you don't feel like going to class.

[ You know, just to lighten the mood. ]