[Thankfully, Accelerator doesn't make any move to touch Harold. Physical comfort is not something he's any good at, and he wouldn't know where to begin. He blinks, then stops staring by pulling his gaze away, back down to his hands.]

Oh. [Yeah, okay, all of this makes a hell of a lot of sense now.]

... Yeah, that's a really fucked up position for you to be in. [Not that he'd say John should die, but him being dead and then not and yet still having that inevitable death looming over him is insane.] You can't mourn him, but you also can't really be happy he's alive here. Right?