There was a long silence that stretched between them, Declan looking at the two hands, then up at the other man, squinting as he clearly struggled to puzzle out what was being said. Okay, so...Reason and Desire...Aoba. Parts of a whole. Parts. Facets. Like...anyone. Like everyone else just. What...amplified?
"Oka~y..." the Titan mumbled slowly, dragging the word out as he reached up and scratched the back of his neck.
"Okay," he stated more firmly, clearing his throat. "Okay, if that's the case, you're just one person. I understand that. No different opinions--" Not that he was in a great headspace to parse that at the moment, "--no different wants. You're just, what...screaming wants instead of...gradually nudging them into view. Am I...getting this right?" Bless his heart, at least he was trying to understand.
"So you're saying that you're just Aoba. I can accept that. But...then why doesn't he--ohhhh..." Click. "Right, right," Declan nodded slowly, wagging a finger in the air in the universal 'a-ha' moment.
"Aoba somehow got all pulled apart and you're not even a little bit different people. Like a clock put together but parts got left out and it's still running somehow..." Not the greatest analogy, but it helped him, and was better than his first thought of furniture with missing screws. That seemed like a rude idea.
Of course that also meant he had to accept that he'd technically roundabout confessed his feelings. Maybe he hadn't precisely said so outright and he could deny it if he wanted to, but...best to focus on the matter at hand.
"...I still...wouldn't be comfortable...trying anything," he finally relented. "It feels like trying to pull something on someone that's half asleep. Maybe there's something there, sure...but how am I not wrong acting on that when even part of a person may not want it? You don't exactly act like you like Aoba. Which is sad now that I think about it because that's you you're talking about..." Consent, Desire. You might not care about it, but Scruff McDeclan, Chicago, Illinois, 60652 is a fine upstanding officer of the LAW. A half asleep person can't fully consent! He knows that. He read the handbook.
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"Oka~y..." the Titan mumbled slowly, dragging the word out as he reached up and scratched the back of his neck.
"Okay," he stated more firmly, clearing his throat. "Okay, if that's the case, you're just one person. I understand that. No different opinions--" Not that he was in a great headspace to parse that at the moment, "--no different wants. You're just, what...screaming wants instead of...gradually nudging them into view. Am I...getting this right?" Bless his heart, at least he was trying to understand.
"So you're saying that you're just Aoba. I can accept that. But...then why doesn't he--ohhhh..." Click. "Right, right," Declan nodded slowly, wagging a finger in the air in the universal 'a-ha' moment.
"Aoba somehow got all pulled apart and you're not even a little bit different people. Like a clock put together but parts got left out and it's still running somehow..." Not the greatest analogy, but it helped him, and was better than his first thought of furniture with missing screws. That seemed like a rude idea.
Of course that also meant he had to accept that he'd technically roundabout confessed his feelings. Maybe he hadn't precisely said so outright and he could deny it if he wanted to, but...best to focus on the matter at hand.
"...I still...wouldn't be comfortable...trying anything," he finally relented. "It feels like trying to pull something on someone that's half asleep. Maybe there's something there, sure...but how am I not wrong acting on that when even part of a person may not want it? You don't exactly act like you like Aoba. Which is sad now that I think about it because that's you you're talking about..." Consent, Desire. You might not care about it, but Scruff McDeclan, Chicago, Illinois, 60652 is a fine upstanding officer of the LAW. A half asleep person can't fully consent! He knows that. He read the handbook.