[ noiz brushes that off. mon can keep worrying, it doesn't really matter to him.
(well. if he's being honest, it does matter to him. it means that noiz feels cared for—cared about—which is a relatively new experience.)
he scoots across the bedsheets closer to mon. leaning forward, he comes close enough that he has to tilt his head down to meet his eyes. ]
Because I think I like you. [ there's room for waffling in his words, but not in his voice. he delivers it as flatly, as clearly as he says anything else. ]
But I haven't kissed you in a year. [ not since that time he'd tried; noiz is being better about other people's boundaries these days since aoba's had the patience to talk it into him. even so, he's utterly unflinching and unashamed as he continues. ]
no subject
(well. if he's being honest, it does matter to him. it means that noiz feels cared for—cared about—which is a relatively new experience.)
he scoots across the bedsheets closer to mon. leaning forward, he comes close enough that he has to tilt his head down to meet his eyes. ]
Because I think I like you. [ there's room for waffling in his words, but not in his voice. he delivers it as flatly, as clearly as he says anything else. ]
But I haven't kissed you in a year. [ not since that time he'd tried; noiz is being better about other people's boundaries these days since aoba's had the patience to talk it into him. even so, he's utterly unflinching and unashamed as he continues. ]
So I'm not sure.