The friendly thump rocked Aoba in his seat, unexpected as it was, but it got him looking somewhere other than the tabletop and it had him listening as Mac’s chosen tactic (as Aoba viewed it) seemed to relent. As seriously as Aoba was taking everything, there was less for him to be knee-jerk defensive of when it looked like Mac was finally taking him seriously.
He glanced down at the little side-plate as it was pushed to him, quietly considering it, before finally tugging it a few degrees closer. Accepting the peace offering, as it were.
But the hole had been made in the dam, and the words kept coming.
“…This other side of me,” he said, after a piece of sushi had been eaten. “The last time he was up front, things went okay, but the time before that was just…vulgar. It upset Declan. I don’t want to do that to him again, and I don’t want him to think that that was all that I am.”
This was no longer Aoba trying to argue a case. This was straight up airing his fears, irrational and all.
no subject
He glanced down at the little side-plate as it was pushed to him, quietly considering it, before finally tugging it a few degrees closer. Accepting the peace offering, as it were.
But the hole had been made in the dam, and the words kept coming.
“…This other side of me,” he said, after a piece of sushi had been eaten. “The last time he was up front, things went okay, but the time before that was just…vulgar. It upset Declan. I don’t want to do that to him again, and I don’t want him to think that that was all that I am.”
This was no longer Aoba trying to argue a case. This was straight up airing his fears, irrational and all.