“Heh…would this be a weird time to admit how much I wanted to understand you, too?” Aoba answered, remarkably devoid of any pink tints to his cheeks. It wasn’t the same kind of embarrassing as the way his chest did funny things at the weight of Declan’s arm since, after all, he was speaking instead of a feeling he’d gotten within those first couple hours of meeting the Guardian.
“I couldn’t see anything to explain why those people in the bar were treating you like they did. The bartender’s reactions made way more sense to me. Then, when we went to see the Speaker, I ended up telling him right there: it felt like you didn’t have a lot of friends, so I wanted to try and be one for you.” A soft laugh, and a matching smile. “I’m glad I pulled it off.”
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“I couldn’t see anything to explain why those people in the bar were treating you like they did. The bartender’s reactions made way more sense to me. Then, when we went to see the Speaker, I ended up telling him right there: it felt like you didn’t have a lot of friends, so I wanted to try and be one for you.” A soft laugh, and a matching smile. “I’m glad I pulled it off.”