[ he can still remember the look of sheer bliss on koujaku's face, followed by another pang in his chest. how much of what both of them said to one another was facilitated by the landlord's meddling? and how much of it was real? aoba can't tell. doesn't know if he'll ever be able to. and if what koujaku had said was sincere... the guilt presses down on him from all sides. he never meant to lead koujaku on, wouldn't dream of it, but what if--
no. he can't let that kind of thinking drag himself down. keep it together, aoba. koujaku's words help, a wave of relief washing over him. the corners of his mouth tip upwards in a small smile, and he holds his own hand out. ] Yeah. Don't give in.
[ aoba laces their fingers together, the warmth of koujaku's hand the same it's always been. maybe there's still things they need to talk about, and there's no doubt that some of the incongruity will linger. aoba will do his best to ease past it and hope that time helps. it's the most he can do. ] Thank you, Koujaku.
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no. he can't let that kind of thinking drag himself down. keep it together, aoba. koujaku's words help, a wave of relief washing over him. the corners of his mouth tip upwards in a small smile, and he holds his own hand out. ] Yeah. Don't give in.
[ aoba laces their fingers together, the warmth of koujaku's hand the same it's always been. maybe there's still things they need to talk about, and there's no doubt that some of the incongruity will linger. aoba will do his best to ease past it and hope that time helps. it's the most he can do. ] Thank you, Koujaku.