Another soft laugh from Aoba at that. In a funny way, he kind of liked Declan’s gentle ribbing. Not because he liked being poked fun at, but because he liked that Declan had the confidence to address him that kind of way. He was honest, kind, and didn’t have a single bone of ill-will in him anywhere that Aoba could see it.
Better to dwell on that than on how time with him was ‘preferable’, and how it wrenched his chest a bit to hear.
“It’s…less frightening now,” he found himself admitting in turn. For all that Declan was adapting to his differing sides with remarkable comfort, Aoba hadn’t said all that much about what was going on inside his head just yet.
“It’s like when people talk about a little voice in their heads, watching or commenting on anything I do. And then, when that side of me comes forward, I become the little voice instead. There’s still enough separation that I think of us as ‘we’ sometimes, but it’s less and less like we’re total strangers. Something in me split apart and maybe it won’t ever go all the way back together, but it still takes those parts to make a whole. …Does that make sense?”
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Better to dwell on that than on how time with him was ‘preferable’, and how it wrenched his chest a bit to hear.
“It’s…less frightening now,” he found himself admitting in turn. For all that Declan was adapting to his differing sides with remarkable comfort, Aoba hadn’t said all that much about what was going on inside his head just yet.
“It’s like when people talk about a little voice in their heads, watching or commenting on anything I do. And then, when that side of me comes forward, I become the little voice instead. There’s still enough separation that I think of us as ‘we’ sometimes, but it’s less and less like we’re total strangers. Something in me split apart and maybe it won’t ever go all the way back together, but it still takes those parts to make a whole. …Does that make sense?”