Well if you ever wanted to disprove the stereotypes of a big brute of a warrior, one only had to get Declan talking, that was for sure. Aoba heard him, agreed that it was all sensible and reasonable, but held back nonetheless. He didn’t want to spread this particular ‘burden’ to Declan’s shoulders when the man had more than enough on them already. He didn’t want to sully the Guardian’s quiet optimism, either. It was a beautiful thing, despite it all.
“But do the ends justify the means…” he sighed anyway, regarding Declan’s now more accessible profile for completely different reasons. Ones that had nothing to do with anything he was actually saying. “You don’t need to comfort me, Declan. Just keep being you, and I’ll rely on that. After…everything, I’m probably just more emotional than rational right now.”
Which would also explain away the aggravatingly loud urge he had to lean on the railing and thereby also Declan’s arm, too. Aoba stayed upright and put his hands in his pockets instead.
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“But do the ends justify the means…” he sighed anyway, regarding Declan’s now more accessible profile for completely different reasons. Ones that had nothing to do with anything he was actually saying. “You don’t need to comfort me, Declan. Just keep being you, and I’ll rely on that. After…everything, I’m probably just more emotional than rational right now.”
Which would also explain away the aggravatingly loud urge he had to lean on the railing and thereby also Declan’s arm, too. Aoba stayed upright and put his hands in his pockets instead.