Aoba felt like some important kind of moment had just—veered off and passed him by, just barely grazing him with the wind of its passing. This was, of course, in reference to the hand that fluttered up and then away without landing anywhere at all…even with Aoba’s head tilted the faintest reactive degree, thoughts half bewildered by what had seemed to be a moment of reaching, but also half expectant of it.
But nothing at all happened and even Aoba himself could feel oddly stymied, watching the blush rise on Declan’s cheeks.
Well, it at least served a partial purpose in distraction, if nothing else. He had more than enough to suddenly think about already without getting sidetracked by—whatever it was. Or wasn’t. So there were two votes now for him to see Jolene, and Aoba quietly agreed, offering an unfocused nod of his own in response to the suggestions. His own hand was still on Declan’s wrist, and his thumb made a single soft, stroking motion, just one little unconscious betrayal of his own awkward wonderings.
“No, I’m…not right now. But in a little while, probably,” he managed, looking between three faces that were vastly different in outward appearance, but united in their concern for him. It was a feeling both humbling and comforting.
“Probably soon enough that we can go ahead and start making something. There’s plenty of ingredients in the fridge. I wanted to be able to make you something really good when you got home, but…right now I think I’d just get really distracted and burn everything. Is it alright to rely on you for help this time, Declan?”
Aoba hardly expected to be refused, but asking felt better than assuming, even when he already knew the answers.
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But nothing at all happened and even Aoba himself could feel oddly stymied, watching the blush rise on Declan’s cheeks.
Well, it at least served a partial purpose in distraction, if nothing else. He had more than enough to suddenly think about already without getting sidetracked by—whatever it was. Or wasn’t. So there were two votes now for him to see Jolene, and Aoba quietly agreed, offering an unfocused nod of his own in response to the suggestions. His own hand was still on Declan’s wrist, and his thumb made a single soft, stroking motion, just one little unconscious betrayal of his own awkward wonderings.
“No, I’m…not right now. But in a little while, probably,” he managed, looking between three faces that were vastly different in outward appearance, but united in their concern for him. It was a feeling both humbling and comforting.
“Probably soon enough that we can go ahead and start making something. There’s plenty of ingredients in the fridge. I wanted to be able to make you something really good when you got home, but…right now I think I’d just get really distracted and burn everything. Is it alright to rely on you for help this time, Declan?”
Aoba hardly expected to be refused, but asking felt better than assuming, even when he already knew the answers.