Aoba waited patiently for Kuro, if he decided to help him. When he the demon walked in, Aoba looked up giving a calm blank look to his smile. He shifted as Kuro knelt down, but this time he didn't move away. Instead, he turned to face him. Just as quiet as the other was, Aoba watched as Kuro began to work on his arm. He watched carefully as Kuro used his own magic to heal him. [I]'What irony. If this is what irony is.[/I] He spent all those days, healing Kuro and now here he was getting healed by him. 

Kuro was definitely right. Some of the pulls and healing made him wince, but he bit his lip to stay silent. When it was all sealed, he examined it and gently ran his fingers over them. It looked almost good as new. The angel cracked a small smile to himself before looking at Kuro. "Thank you for your help." He looked down, letting Kuro examine his other arm. The silence was slightly unbearable so he spoke once more. "And about the attack. Thank you for helping me... You didn't have to." 

There were a few more winces as Kuro worked on his arm. "... How did you find me?" Aoba kept thr conversation light. He didn't like the awkward silence, even if he didn't like Kuro as much as he used to. Aoba didn't meet Kuro's red eyes as they spoke. He kept his eyes down on Kuro's hands as he healed his arm.