[ It's the noise he's been waiting for - been keeping awake with on cup of coffee on the couch for, listening. At some point he drifted off and forgot to listen with his mind and not his ears. It's the same noise he was so annoyed with the first time he heard it, and it still pains him now, even at the brink of sleep. It vibrates right at the edges of his mind, threatening to reignite the headache he'd been nursing. When it finally registers, Nirad is already halfway down the hall. Aoba is usually slow to wake, but now he wakes with a start. ]
Nirad?
[ He's perhaps a little too eager, sitting up on his elbows, neck craning to look down the hall. He tries to be gentle when he reaches out, but half asleep and still aching with grief his consciousness washes over like a wave at high tide. Like being dosed with cold water SURPRISE your blue boy's awake. ]
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Nirad?
[ He's perhaps a little too eager, sitting up on his elbows, neck craning to look down the hall. He tries to be gentle when he reaches out, but half asleep and still aching with grief his consciousness washes over like a wave at high tide.
Like being dosed with cold water SURPRISE your blue boy's awake.]