Okay, Aoba couldn’t help but chuff an amused sound at him for that one. “Two homes, Declan,” he repeated, easy thing that it was to say it as many times as it took for the Guardian to believe him. “Two. So yes, that’s exactly what I said.”
He leaned over, stretching an arm across the space between the two chairs, and tapped Declan’s breastplate. If repeating the Guardian’s own words and gestures of the morning back to him were also necessary, then that too, Aoba could do. “Right here, right? Home number two. My second place of warmth and safety. You look after it, and you look after the world you can’t leave the way I can.”
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He leaned over, stretching an arm across the space between the two chairs, and tapped Declan’s breastplate. If repeating the Guardian’s own words and gestures of the morning back to him were also necessary, then that too, Aoba could do. “Right here, right? Home number two. My second place of warmth and safety. You look after it, and you look after the world you can’t leave the way I can.”