Now wait a minute, just the other day Declan had specifically told him not to keep things to himself, and now—

Except turning to look at the Guardian, to start feeling a different sort of puzzled, was motion. A gentle motion, but motion nevertheless, and even if Aoba managed to fail to notice the moment when a force he’d experienced all his life was suddenly gone, he absolutely noticed when what should have been just a natural press of weight against his seat had nothing at all to counteract it.

It was best compared to a wobble, but never in his life had Aoba ever wobbled upwards before. His heavy thoughts were quickly replaced by a sound of surprise as he grabbed the arms of his chair in reflex.

Cheeky little maneuver there, Declan.