[ Aoba's yelling snaps him back, and then there's sense of utter guilt. he put himself before Aoba again. his rage took over him, and now he's making it worse. he needs to think about what Aoba needs right now. this is about Aoba, not him. whatever he feels he can deal with later. ]

Shit, Aoba, I'm sorry. I just- [ He doesn't deserve an excuse. ] That was stupid and selfish of me. I'm sorry. [ his body releases the tension it was holding, and he leans towards Aoba so their foreheads are pressed together. ] I don't deserve to be forgiven, and you're right. I'll find a way to help you get your sight back somehow. [ he pulls his head back a little and kisses Aoba's forehead. ] I'll help you through this, and I'm not leaving your side until your vision is back. [ his voice gets a little softer. ] I'll love you no matter what, and if I could, I'd give up my ability to see if it meant having you see again right now.