[ Aoba's turn to snap out of it. It's easy to slip into memories of home up here, and a lot of his memories of Koujaku are good ones. A little annoying sometimes, a little confusing, but mostly good.
Mostly. ]
When we were little, he left our island to visit the mainland with his mother. Something... something happened to him there. I don't know the whole story since he never talked about it. But, I wanted to be there for him in case he ever wanted to, you know?
[ He lowers his hands, rubbing them almost unconsciously, brushing fingers over knuckles. ]
He was still the same cheerful guy when he came back, but he was different too. He had all these scars...
[ So many little cuts healed over on his hands. Aoba can still picture them perfectly in his mind, a cigarette poised delicately between the fingers.
And his face. Had there been another, worse mark under his hair, always over one eye? He might never know now. ]
He even had one like yours. Right there.
[ He tries to smile, as much for Shiro as for himself, as he points to the bridge of his nose. He doesn't mean to make light of it in a bad way, but he and Koujaku really could have matched. ]
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[ Aoba's turn to snap out of it. It's easy to slip into memories of home up here, and a lot of his memories of Koujaku are good ones. A little annoying sometimes, a little confusing, but mostly good.
Mostly. ]
When we were little, he left our island to visit the mainland with his mother. Something... something happened to him there. I don't know the whole story since he never talked about it. But, I wanted to be there for him in case he ever wanted to, you know?
[ He lowers his hands, rubbing them almost unconsciously, brushing fingers over knuckles. ]
He was still the same cheerful guy when he came back, but he was different too. He had all these scars...
[ So many little cuts healed over on his hands. Aoba can still picture them perfectly in his mind, a cigarette poised delicately between the fingers.
And his face. Had there been another, worse mark under his hair, always over one eye? He might never know now. ]
He even had one like yours. Right there.
[ He tries to smile, as much for Shiro as for himself, as he points to the bridge of his nose. He doesn't mean to make light of it in a bad way, but he and Koujaku really could have matched. ]