It was painful, the way Declan shook his head that way. Aoba struggled to put his thoughts in a decent order, but it still occurred to him that this went way beyond ‘humble’. It was something a lot more than humility—and not in a good way.
What on Earth had to happen to a guy this strong and kind to leave him so emotionally meek? Or was it really just the kind of person that Declan was, with nothing to blame for it but his own nature?
But Aoba didn’t have time to try and keep convincing him, except between one moment and the next something started to beep and then suddenly Declan was moving around in a hurry. Now he looked more confident. He didn’t look hesitant or timid in the least, but Aoba got a sinking feeling in his stomach and the plate of leftovers no longer had his appetite to appeal to.
By the time Declan was dressed, geared, and at his door ready to go, could do little more than stare back at him in dismay.
“I… yeah, sure, okay. Go ahead. Couldn’t hurt,” he clumsily agreed to the offer of a medic, though really, he found himself more inclined to it by that worried expression than for any thought that a medic might be able to help him. But hey, this was the far-flung future, so maybe it would be worth a shot. Mostly, though, he didn’t want Declan to be off on a mission and distracted by worrying over him.
“Just… come back safely,” Aoba went on to add, far more worried about his new friend than himself. I’ll be here when you get back, went through his thoughts, but what he said instead was, “I’ll be here waiting.”
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What on Earth had to happen to a guy this strong and kind to leave him so emotionally meek? Or was it really just the kind of person that Declan was, with nothing to blame for it but his own nature?
But Aoba didn’t have time to try and keep convincing him, except between one moment and the next something started to beep and then suddenly Declan was moving around in a hurry. Now he looked more confident. He didn’t look hesitant or timid in the least, but Aoba got a sinking feeling in his stomach and the plate of leftovers no longer had his appetite to appeal to.
By the time Declan was dressed, geared, and at his door ready to go, could do little more than stare back at him in dismay.
“I… yeah, sure, okay. Go ahead. Couldn’t hurt,” he clumsily agreed to the offer of a medic, though really, he found himself more inclined to it by that worried expression than for any thought that a medic might be able to help him. But hey, this was the far-flung future, so maybe it would be worth a shot. Mostly, though, he didn’t want Declan to be off on a mission and distracted by worrying over him.
“Just… come back safely,” Aoba went on to add, far more worried about his new friend than himself. I’ll be here when you get back, went through his thoughts, but what he said instead was, “I’ll be here waiting.”