The vernacular took him a moment, but he caught it, face flaming. Then his hair was smoothed ad his face kissed, and he didn't feel so bad anymore, turning his head and catching Aoba's lips in one of those gentle kisses, arm sliding around the other man's waist.

"Thank you for being mine," he murmured, brushing his nose over the other man's cheek lightly. "I might make a lot of mistakes, but waiting for you wasn't one."