It was the lack of warning that startled him more than anything. Staying there wasn’t hard once he’d pulled himself down into his seat, but then Aoba was just hyper aware of—nothing. He couldn’t have said he’d been particularly aware of gravity at any point in his life, but now that it was gone, he noticed! Nothing pulling his feet to the floor, nothing pulling his butt back to the chair, hell, even his stomach felt like it was going to float. If he tried to push his feet to the floor it was like the floor pushed back, and if he let go with his arms at all then he was just going to go flying!

But when Declan’s hand reached out, Aoba didn’t hesitate. He trusted the Guardian far more than his own disobedient body right now and clapped one of his hands to Declan’s nothing short of immediately, making a thin, wheezy kind of sound through his teeth. At least if his palms were suddenly sweating, no one would be able to tell through his gloves!

“Aoba. Declan.” Ren was trying, and simultaneously failing, not to sound perturbed despite maintaining his level tone. The little Allmate was doing a remarkable imitation of a Zero-G tumbleweed as he drifted towards the ceiling, little feet paddling uselessly. “Ghost, please help me.”