[The kiss is nice, but it's Koujaku's words that tip the balance. Aoba knows, of course: he knows that Koujaku loves him. Still, sometimes it's nice to hear, especially when he's not expecting it - and, drunk as he is, he's not expecting a great deal right about now.
But he gets it all the same, and his breath goes shaky, almost like a sob - except that, instead of crying, he stops to throw his arms around Koujaku, clinging to him with surprising strength. Who even cares where they are right now, Aoba's done worse just before.]
Hippo... [It's the softest of whispers. Drunk or not, Aoba couldn't be happier.]
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But he gets it all the same, and his breath goes shaky, almost like a sob - except that, instead of crying, he stops to throw his arms around Koujaku, clinging to him with surprising strength. Who even cares where they are right now, Aoba's done worse just before.]
Hippo... [It's the softest of whispers. Drunk or not, Aoba couldn't be happier.]