Aoba was pretty struck by that assessment, it had to be admitted. With all the thinking and observing he’d been doing, trying to figure Declan out, for him it came out of left field that he might be so assessed in turn. Or at least not so…
…accurately?
“I don’t—think I’m not relaxed,” he answered, stilted and second-guessing himself precisely because Declan had called him out so unexpectedly. Even so, since he was a terrible liar, he found himself adding, “And…anything I’m thinking wouldn’t do anyone any good if I were saying it out loud.”
And that included everything on the gamut for his sudden distaste for the nature of the Guardians, all the way to how part of him still wanted to feel Declan’s hand on his back. The latter was inappropriate right now, while the former—was useless. Declan didn’t want to take the out that Aoba could offer him, so it wasn’t his place to criticize anything any further. He feared he would upset his friend if he did so, as sensitive as he could be, so silence was all Aoba had.
no subject
…accurately?
“I don’t—think I’m not relaxed,” he answered, stilted and second-guessing himself precisely because Declan had called him out so unexpectedly. Even so, since he was a terrible liar, he found himself adding, “And…anything I’m thinking wouldn’t do anyone any good if I were saying it out loud.”
And that included everything on the gamut for his sudden distaste for the nature of the Guardians, all the way to how part of him still wanted to feel Declan’s hand on his back. The latter was inappropriate right now, while the former—was useless. Declan didn’t want to take the out that Aoba could offer him, so it wasn’t his place to criticize anything any further. He feared he would upset his friend if he did so, as sensitive as he could be, so silence was all Aoba had.