And to think Aoba’s only concerns had been 1) not actually kicking Declan and 2) not getting his leg broken actually kicking Declan. Mercifully for the Guardian’s suddenly fracturing nerves, Aoba didn’t know how to interpret his apparent fluster. Maybe that mock-kick had been stupid.
Aoba was hardly about to think there’d been anything impressive in that impulsive action of his.
It was a relief of a different kind to be given the out to retire for the night. He didn’t feel like he had anything to escape from, but it was good to feel like he wasn’t leaving Declan alone when he’d finally gotten back from being gone for so long. Unaware that anything troubled the Guardian’s thoughts (anything more than Aoba pulling a dumb stunt, anyway), Aoba nodded, giving him perhaps the easiest smile he had all evening.
“No objections from me. I’ll be out cold in no time,” he agreed, picking up his headphones from the spot on the counter where he’d ended up leaving them during the meal-prep. A hot shower and some music, and sleep felt like it would be even easier than it usually was for him.
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Aoba was hardly about to think there’d been anything impressive in that impulsive action of his.
It was a relief of a different kind to be given the out to retire for the night. He didn’t feel like he had anything to escape from, but it was good to feel like he wasn’t leaving Declan alone when he’d finally gotten back from being gone for so long. Unaware that anything troubled the Guardian’s thoughts (anything more than Aoba pulling a dumb stunt, anyway), Aoba nodded, giving him perhaps the easiest smile he had all evening.
“No objections from me. I’ll be out cold in no time,” he agreed, picking up his headphones from the spot on the counter where he’d ended up leaving them during the meal-prep. A hot shower and some music, and sleep felt like it would be even easier than it usually was for him.
“See you in the morning, Declan.”