The delicate sensations of touch, though soothing to Declan, were what drew Aoba into awareness earlier than he might have managed on his own. That being said, it was probably still the gentlest waking he’d ever been given in all his history of oversleeping.
He did have one quiet startle, nothing more than an intake of breath that was a bit shorter than the ones before it, but after a moment of holding it Aoba sighed it back out. He didn’t think anything so cliché as ‘so it wasn’t a dream’, only had a moment of forgetfulness followed by remembrance. It was neither bad, nor regretful…even if it did bring color to his cheeks.
“…morning,” he was still able to greet Declan, peeking up through his hair. However debatable ‘morning’ was when they weren’t local to Earth-time anymore.
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He did have one quiet startle, nothing more than an intake of breath that was a bit shorter than the ones before it, but after a moment of holding it Aoba sighed it back out. He didn’t think anything so cliché as ‘so it wasn’t a dream’, only had a moment of forgetfulness followed by remembrance. It was neither bad, nor regretful…even if it did bring color to his cheeks.
“…morning,” he was still able to greet Declan, peeking up through his hair. However debatable ‘morning’ was when they weren’t local to Earth-time anymore.