Kuro listens with a gentle, and perhaps a little sad, look in his eyes. He follows the angel's progress across the barn and can not suppress a sigh at his words. His eyes falls sadly to the ground as he tells the demon about what he already knows, having overhead it earlier in the afternoon. Though, there is no way for Aoba to know that, Kuro having not mentioned it. Kuro can still feel the pang at the thought of Aoba leaving, even if he decided that he would just go visit the angel every day, however as the boy goes on, his eyes rise up to gaze upon the smaller male's obvious stress. He takes in the faint ache that seems to be setting up around him, once pure white now dimmed by none other than himself.

He is responsible for much of this. True, it had been the angels who started it all, bringing him up to heaven and all. If they had never done that, Kurotama and he would have never met, and the angel would most likely still be fighting the system at the bottom rung of his profession. Still far beneath the notice of all those around him, with parents he never sees, and a family that never had faith in him. [i]'But that is not the case here'[/i] Kuro shifts, his eyes hardening for a moment as he thinks about how his dear Little Mouse was treated by those who claim to be the superior race. The more loving beings. In his mind he spits at the thought and feels a fire ignite in his belly.

[i]'They do not deserve him. They never appreciated him, and though he was cast out, this child has lost none of his spunk. He can make a much better life for himself here, nothing holding him back save for normal mortal limitations. Here, he can become as great as any other mortal on this sphere, and even though I know he will be content with just being recognized, I'm going to make sure he's never cast aside again'[/i] He can feel himself swelling, on the outside it looking much like the world around him has grown much smaller. His determination, now evident in every line of his body, is not to be taken lightly.

This goes beyond the saving of his life, past what he owes to the angel, moving into the realm of his own wants and ambitions. He will do this, come hell or hellfire, he will not let himself fail. His ears remain open as all these thing swell inside him and as the fire finally reaches his eyes Kuro lets out a long sigh and moves in close to the smaller male. Setting the book aside the demon wraps his arm around Aoba's waist, his other coming up to take hold of the shorter male's chin, forcing his head up so he can look into his eyes. He holds the angel flush against him, the fire tempered by fondness flickering behind his gaze as he presses a soft kiss to the boy's lips.

Bringing his head back up, he smiles. “I think you fit in just perfectly right here, with me. I will not let anything happen to you, no matter the distance between us, no matter what you choose to do with this life being forced upon you. I will not leave you, I will not abandon you, and I will never, cast you away.” A faintly shy look comes to his face unbidden as he continues. “I may just be the demon who got you thrown out of your home, but I will spend the rest of my life if I have to making that up to you, with every breath I take.” His hand slides from the boy's chin up through his slightly sweaty hair, pushing it back gently with a little playful tug at the end. “They have no idea what they lost when they sent you down here, and I don't care what it takes, I will prove to you that you are better than every last one of them, even at the cost of my own life and happiness. . .” His voice trails off and the demon once more lays a kiss upon the angel, this time on his pale forehead, before pulling back slowly and fetching the pink barrel. He knows he's made some bold claims, and that Aoba may need a few minutes to a lifetime to process and/or accept them, so he remains quite for now, letting the young one think.