Aoba Seragaki ([personal profile] scrappyblue) wrote in [community profile] orendalogs 2018-10-31 01:40 pm (UTC)

…Again. There it happened again, and this time Aoba was more conscious of it. A hand extended, veering away. This time it even bubbled up in his thoughts to think, Declan wanted to touch him? But when he had before already, what was it about that particular reaching that Declan kept stopping for?

So tell him it’s okay to. It’s not that hard. came that background muttering, remarkably quiet for the last while but now stirred up again. But before Aoba could decide if he even had the courage to, the Guardian had moved past them. Right. He needed to sleep. Aoba didn’t need to be distracting him with his own idiocy right now. Besides, maybe he held back for more complicated reasons—like, you know, not being comfortable with how Aoba had acted the night before.

The other resident of his mind only snorted at his dig.

But Declan paused, Aoba listened, and in the words was something enough for him to respond to no matter the complications around everything else. Even if things had been one-hundred percent normal, their interactions untroubled by odd thoughts and alter-egos, it would have needed to be said.

“Even if the universe was full of people that think like you, you’d still be special.”

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