[Aoba sighs. He's still sulky, but even drunk, he realizes that Koujaku has a point. More than that: Aoba trusts Koujaku more than he trusts himself right now.
Besides, Koujaku is touching him. It really doesn't matter that it's the most innocent of touches: it makes Aoba feel 90% less lonesome already.
With a soft nod and a sniff, Aoba crawls out of his blanket fort hiding place, doing his best to avoid Koujaku's eyes, though he stays close otherwise. Very close, even. Look, the smell of hippo reassures him a little, okay?!]
no subject
Besides, Koujaku is touching him. It really doesn't matter that it's the most innocent of touches: it makes Aoba feel 90% less lonesome already.
With a soft nod and a sniff, Aoba crawls out of his
blanket forthiding place, doing his best to avoid Koujaku's eyes, though he stays close otherwise. Very close, even. Look, the smell of hippo reassures him a little, okay?!]