Unaware that he sounded at all unusual, all Aoba knew was the cold shock of a warm rush: the one that went both ways up and down his spine when Declan touched his back like that without warning. Though he quickly realized it to be an ushering gesture, it didn’t stop the reappearance of color in his cheeks—which then stayed there with the addition of his confusion when he didn’t even recognize the path that Declan was ushering him along. The fact that his friend wasn’t even saying anything didn’t help, either.
At least it all brought focus back to Aoba’s expression, even if it was all bewilderment.
“Hah?” was his response to Declan’s concern, perfectly inept. Maybe ‘alright’ wasn’t the word for it, but Aoba felt bad for instigating his friend’s worry without even knowing what had done it. “Well y-yeah, of course. As much as I can be. Was I making a weird face or something?”
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At least it all brought focus back to Aoba’s expression, even if it was all bewilderment.
“Hah?” was his response to Declan’s concern, perfectly inept. Maybe ‘alright’ wasn’t the word for it, but Aoba felt bad for instigating his friend’s worry without even knowing what had done it. “Well y-yeah, of course. As much as I can be. Was I making a weird face or something?”