Though he was certainly no enemy, and felt in danger of nothing more than his own body and the outrageous thoughts stirred up by the side of himself called Desire, Aoba was as still and as quiet as he could be, lest he somehow make things worse for any of them.
When the Guardian finally spoke, Desire surged into the most intense presence Aoba had ever felt of him short of a pounding headache. Aoba swallowed hard, tightly closing his eyes for an almost equal amount of time.
“…Yes,” he finally managed, voice hushed and almost hoarse, as if some form of internal yelling had physically rasped at his throat anyway. No overthinking. No deferring. Just answering the question given.
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When the Guardian finally spoke, Desire surged into the most intense presence Aoba had ever felt of him short of a pounding headache. Aoba swallowed hard, tightly closing his eyes for an almost equal amount of time.
“…Yes,” he finally managed, voice hushed and almost hoarse, as if some form of internal yelling had physically rasped at his throat anyway. No overthinking. No deferring. Just answering the question given.