Well. At least the helmet hid Aoba’s surge of a blush. That was unexpectedly convenient.

“Aa,” he gave his little sound of acknowledgement as he bent to pick up Ren the old-fashioned way, having no such means to carry the Allmate as a part of him. (And as of yet still devoid of awareness that a long time ago that had been the only way he’d carried him.) “Ready to take more pictures, Ren?”

“I have taken several hundred thus far and still have the storage space for a hundred times more,” came the ready agreement.