Aoba managed a soft scoff there, eyes lowered as he stroked Ren's fur. "But that's the problem in the first place. The other me has all the instincts, apparently."

And then, relief. He'd been grilled enough, conceded the point, and was companionably shouldered out of the way, hazel going gold.

"And overthinking is basically his job description," added the lower tone and more relaxed speech of Desire as he reclaimed a chopstick and stabbed a maki roll. "Guess it just goes to show, sometimes you just gotta hear it from someone other than yourself."