Declan took the injector and Desire gave his head a toss, getting all the disarray of his ponytail off his shoulders and clearing up access to his neck as he tilted his head to one side. Of course, it wasn’t like he would have cared at all if his hair was in the way and got pulled at as a result—and he was pretty sure Aoba hadn’t even told anyone yet about the sensitivity of his hair—but it was a peace gesture, or something like that.
“Get back to me when that’s ‘friend with benefits’,” Desire answered with a grin, eyes raking the Guardian’s exposed body one more time—for the current encounter, anyway. “Now come on, I’m getting impatient. Restraint is his job, not mine,” he added, with a jerk of thumb towards Ren that explained little at all. “And by the way, ‘Aoba’ isn’t going to remember any of this, so be ready for him to be confused as hell. And make sure he keeps that heart thing around. I wasn’t expecting to come forward, but I think it helped. Alright?”
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“Get back to me when that’s ‘friend with benefits’,” Desire answered with a grin, eyes raking the Guardian’s exposed body one more time—for the current encounter, anyway. “Now come on, I’m getting impatient. Restraint is his job, not mine,” he added, with a jerk of thumb towards Ren that explained little at all. “And by the way, ‘Aoba’ isn’t going to remember any of this, so be ready for him to be confused as hell. And make sure he keeps that heart thing around. I wasn’t expecting to come forward, but I think it helped. Alright?”