What Declan said made sense. There was no way for sure of knowing how true it was, how right he was or wasn’t, but it made plenty of sense enough that Aoba could just slowly nod and see…possibilities. A variety of possibilities as to why Granny might not have told him, and that he could think without finding himself preoccupied over his only remaining family member hiding such a bewildering truth from him.
What happened then was, instead of feeling worried or betrayed or resentful, Aoba was hit by a very strong wave of missing her. It wasn’t the first of its kind since he’d found himself good and lost in an unfamiliar time and place, but it was his first since coming to the City. It was different from the desperate drive of wanting to get home to the place he’d come from, of wanting to see her and his friends again. It was the pure heartache of being homesick, of wondering if she was okay, if she was worried about him, if Koujaku had stepped in and was keeping her company or anything like that….
Aoba’s shoulders slowly drooped, his expression visibly falling as his thoughts shifted down this sadder path, and not even those murmurs buried in the back of his thoughts could add in anything for him to hear. He missed her so much he even wanted to dodge her throwing chopsticks at him, or hear her berating him for leaving the door unlocked again.
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What happened then was, instead of feeling worried or betrayed or resentful, Aoba was hit by a very strong wave of missing her. It wasn’t the first of its kind since he’d found himself good and lost in an unfamiliar time and place, but it was his first since coming to the City. It was different from the desperate drive of wanting to get home to the place he’d come from, of wanting to see her and his friends again. It was the pure heartache of being homesick, of wondering if she was okay, if she was worried about him, if Koujaku had stepped in and was keeping her company or anything like that….
Aoba’s shoulders slowly drooped, his expression visibly falling as his thoughts shifted down this sadder path, and not even those murmurs buried in the back of his thoughts could add in anything for him to hear. He missed her so much he even wanted to dodge her throwing chopsticks at him, or hear her berating him for leaving the door unlocked again.
“I miss her,” he murmured softly.