[ Aoba doesn't answer the question. If he did, it'd be nothing but a white lie, an automatic - it's all right. But connected like this, Shiro would know it to be untrue.
He hasn't thought of him much, at least not with an open link in his mind, but Aoba is really missing Ren about now. Ren would know how to keep him calm. He'd say something assuring and logical to put everything back in a realistic perspective, then curl up in his lap and let him run his hands through his soft blue fur. Whether he's functional or not, that's the first thing Aoba is going to do when he's back on the station.
But for now, he comes back down. Or tries to. The static abates somewhat, the volume forced down. His mental control is wavering, but still holding. ]
If you want to help that way, I won't keep you from going, just... make sure it's what you want, Shiro.
[ He then narrows the his link to Shiro's mind, eager to find someplace quieter so he can nurse his anxiety with fonder memories. Memories of warm machinery humming beneath a layer of fluff, and of a little pink tongue that always stuck out.
What he would give to be alone with Ren again. All his worries about this, the party - no, Shiro isn't helping, but Ren would know how to. ]
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He hasn't thought of him much, at least not with an open link in his mind, but Aoba is really missing Ren about now. Ren would know how to keep him calm. He'd say something assuring and logical to put everything back in a realistic perspective, then curl up in his lap and let him run his hands through his soft blue fur. Whether he's functional or not, that's the first thing Aoba is going to do when he's back on the station.
But for now, he comes back down. Or tries to. The static abates somewhat, the volume forced down. His mental control is wavering, but still holding. ]
If you want to help that way, I won't keep you from going, just... make sure it's what you want, Shiro.
[ He then narrows the his link to Shiro's mind, eager to find someplace quieter so he can nurse his anxiety with fonder memories. Memories of warm machinery humming beneath a layer of fluff, and of a little pink tongue that always stuck out.
What he would give to be alone with Ren again. All his worries about this, the party - no, Shiro isn't helping, but Ren would know how to. ]