[ Aoba watches for a long moment, the overlapping views of Noiz quivering in the way a screen does when it's about to be switched off; the sight of him half covered in bandages and dressed in a hospital robe, the sight of him here with the rabbit, then without it and with a disinterested look on his face. When he sees the tears he isn't really sure which one is crying, but regardless he's moving before he really has a chance to think about it.
The outstretched hand lands on Noiz's face and somehow Aoba's brain thought he'd feel cold but he doesn't. He's warm in the cheeks and it knocks the breath out of Aoba, making his stomach feel tight-- he feels sick, then he feels scared, battling with the part of him that wants to draw the hand back to avoid jumbling things up even more. He doesn't, not until words claw their way from his mouth. ]
I'm sorry. [ The hand comes back and Aoba clenches fists on his lap instead. He misses Ren more than ever in this moment. ] I.. It must be hard to hear something like that.
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The outstretched hand lands on Noiz's face and somehow Aoba's brain thought he'd feel cold but he doesn't. He's warm in the cheeks and it knocks the breath out of Aoba, making his stomach feel tight-- he feels sick, then he feels scared, battling with the part of him that wants to draw the hand back to avoid jumbling things up even more. He doesn't, not until words claw their way from his mouth. ]
I'm sorry. [ The hand comes back and Aoba clenches fists on his lap instead. He misses Ren more than ever in this moment. ] I.. It must be hard to hear something like that.