[ He might've gently disagreed and chuckled if he had the energy to. He did hear Shiro's attempt at self-depreciating humor. Or, another part of him did.
Aoba seems to drift off to sleep, his mental connection closing to Shiro. Only... it doesn't close entirely. It grows narrow, like a thin crack in a doorway. Something is keeping it's fingers between the frame to pry it open, a presence that feels like Aoba but isn't.
Because Aoba doesn't have yellow eyes. From between the sliver of their connection, an image of such a pair of eyes watches Shiro curiously.
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Aoba seems to drift off to sleep, his mental connection closing to Shiro. Only... it doesn't close entirely. It grows narrow, like a thin crack in a doorway. Something is keeping it's fingers between the frame to pry it open, a presence that feels like Aoba but isn't.
Because Aoba doesn't have yellow eyes. From between the sliver of their connection, an image of such a pair of eyes watches Shiro curiously.
Glowing, silent and watching. ]