“Yes, it does,” Aoba countered, gaze softening the moment he heard those last three words. Before that his attention had wavered, drawn to the blasts of Mac dealing with the appearance of more Vex, but the feel of a hand over his own was distracting. Those final words, in particular, were not to be dismissed.
His eyes were still gold, but some of that deeper edge went out of his voice and his gaze was direct without challenging. One aspect was still more to the forefront than the other, but they…blurred. While Desire had been thrilling in the races for the hours that they had gone on, Reason had been free to think. Overthinking, probably, as the accusation frequently went, but at least Mac’s well-meaning intervention had jostled him out of the usual ruts.
This wasn’t the place to be having the conversation that needed to happen, maybe, eventually—but something had to be said about those words. The Titan still had his helmet on so there were no expressions to read, but his body language still said plenty.
“Everything you do, say, or think, matters to me. I don’t want you to stop protecting me. I want to protect you, too.”
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His eyes were still gold, but some of that deeper edge went out of his voice and his gaze was direct without challenging. One aspect was still more to the forefront than the other, but they…blurred. While Desire had been thrilling in the races for the hours that they had gone on, Reason had been free to think. Overthinking, probably, as the accusation frequently went, but at least Mac’s well-meaning intervention had jostled him out of the usual ruts.
This wasn’t the place to be having the conversation that needed to happen, maybe, eventually—but something had to be said about those words. The Titan still had his helmet on so there were no expressions to read, but his body language still said plenty.
“Everything you do, say, or think, matters to me. I don’t want you to stop protecting me. I want to protect you, too.”