Ah, well — the last thing I remember was running from Akushima, and then — nothing. I don't know if Grandma and Haga-san and Yoshie-san were alright handling the cops, but with things like they are now, I guess it doesn't change anything.
[ Under the pulsating reverberation of lights, he's at a distinct loss for words. Grasping at coherency and finding none, asking questions he doesn't even understand the answers to — but Clear's still determined to inform him with his side of the story, so the least he could do is hear him out. It's a sincere confession, even if Aoba can't dredge up even a single memory as verification. His voice alone has enough gravitas to make him listen, though Aoba's eyes perceptibly widen at Clear's utter calm, speaking with a conviction that could've ran him aground. It was like something spoken in confidence, pleading with sentiment in a way he couldn't even grasp. ]
... And you wound up here instead, huh.
[ Caught by a sudden influx of emotions, it takes more than a while for Aoba to eventually retract his hands, only to soon rest one palm on Clear's arm, gaze ensnared in some form of quiet hesitation. ]
I know it must be hard, having to deal with this, with me not remembering anything else, but — is it alright if you give me some time to think about it? It's a lot to take in, and as I am now, I don't think I can ... return your feelings.
[ In a way, Aoba is afraid to face that kind of proximity, jumping in head-first when he doesn't even know what Clear sees in him, so fallible and prone to weakness and lapses of judgment, but he can't outright ignore that kind of resolution either. ]
But you're my friend, Clear. As long as we're both here and alive, we can keep moving forward. We'll figure things out, get back to Midorijima, and I'm sure everything will make sense by then.
[ And Aoba smiles, thin and uncertain but mostly hopeful, because that's what he's counting on: somewhere down the line, everything's bound to make sense, and he'll finally comprehend the kind of single-minded intensity that could leave someone dying for another completely at peace. ]
Thanks. I'm ... really grateful, you know. It must've taken a lot out of you to stay by my side the whole time.
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[ Under the pulsating reverberation of lights, he's at a distinct loss for words. Grasping at coherency and finding none, asking questions he doesn't even understand the answers to — but Clear's still determined to inform him with his side of the story, so the least he could do is hear him out. It's a sincere confession, even if Aoba can't dredge up even a single memory as verification. His voice alone has enough gravitas to make him listen, though Aoba's eyes perceptibly widen at Clear's utter calm, speaking with a conviction that could've ran him aground. It was like something spoken in confidence, pleading with sentiment in a way he couldn't even grasp. ]
... And you wound up here instead, huh.
[ Caught by a sudden influx of emotions, it takes more than a while for Aoba to eventually retract his hands, only to soon rest one palm on Clear's arm, gaze ensnared in some form of quiet hesitation. ]
I know it must be hard, having to deal with this, with me not remembering anything else, but — is it alright if you give me some time to think about it? It's a lot to take in, and as I am now, I don't think I can ... return your feelings.
[ In a way, Aoba is afraid to face that kind of proximity, jumping in head-first when he doesn't even know what Clear sees in him, so fallible and prone to weakness and lapses of judgment, but he can't outright ignore that kind of resolution either. ]
But you're my friend, Clear. As long as we're both here and alive, we can keep moving forward. We'll figure things out, get back to Midorijima, and I'm sure everything will make sense by then.
[ And Aoba smiles, thin and uncertain but mostly hopeful, because that's what he's counting on: somewhere down the line, everything's bound to make sense, and he'll finally comprehend the kind of single-minded intensity that could leave someone dying for another completely at peace. ]
Thanks. I'm ... really grateful, you know. It must've taken a lot out of you to stay by my side the whole time.