Wow. Soon was soon indeed, huh? Aoba waited patiently enough, though he was definitely watching Declan all the while, an elbow on his knee and chin propped in one hand in a display of poor posture that dear Granny would have chided him for. He was neither trying to lip-read nor eavesdrop, and only watched the Guardian’s expressions as he handled the call.
He sat back up when Declan returned, struck by no small measure of surprise that it could be so easy—only to be hit by an even bigger blow of guilt. ‘Easy’ only applied to him, riding around on Declan’s metaphorical coattails as he was. Meanwhile Declan was literally going all over the universe for him, paying gods only knew what in terms of exchange and he’d never asked for a yen—or a glimmer, or silver, or whatever—in repayment.
On his feet again, Aoba considered his options. Stay with Mac, huh?
…the cockatoo? The one with the crush on the royal asshole?
…Uh? Oh, huh. Aoba had kind of forgotten that Declan had told him that, back when Aoba had first asked about him knowing royalty. Guess only part of him forgot…and the absurdity of it all nearly distracted him for a moment or three.
“If…he’s willing, then leaving me with Mac is probably the most straightforward thing, right? Less back and forth for you to do.”
He had no comment on going home ‘as soon as he liked’. That was a point of great internal contention, after all.
no subject
He sat back up when Declan returned, struck by no small measure of surprise that it could be so easy—only to be hit by an even bigger blow of guilt. ‘Easy’ only applied to him, riding around on Declan’s metaphorical coattails as he was. Meanwhile Declan was literally going all over the universe for him, paying gods only knew what in terms of exchange and he’d never asked for a yen—or a glimmer, or silver, or whatever—in repayment.
On his feet again, Aoba considered his options. Stay with Mac, huh?
…the cockatoo? The one with the crush on the royal asshole?
…Uh? Oh, huh. Aoba had kind of forgotten that Declan had told him that, back when Aoba had first asked about him knowing royalty. Guess only part of him forgot…and the absurdity of it all nearly distracted him for a moment or three.
“If…he’s willing, then leaving me with Mac is probably the most straightforward thing, right? Less back and forth for you to do.”
He had no comment on going home ‘as soon as he liked’. That was a point of great internal contention, after all.