The sound of footsteps made the fallen angel cower away. At first he was going to shoo away Gerard, thinking he followed after him, but the footsteps seemed far too light for a fully grown male. His wings shifted ever so slightly causing a crack for him to peek through. He spotted and recognized Kuro's pants and decided to let him stay. Since Kuro decided to stay, Aoba wiped his tears away quickly. It was obvious he had been crying and the fact that he might have had a breakdown, but for some reason he didn't want to cry in front of Kuro. . .or anyone for that matter. The two sat in silence for awhile after Kuro offered his aid. The fallen angel didn't know what to say or do and that was the problem. He felt so out of place with everything and nothing seemed right anymore. 

"I have no idea what's right or wrong anymore. What I think is right is apparently wrong. . . And what makes me happy isn't- well it's wrong too." His voice was soft and barely audible. Slowly, his wings pulled back, dragging on the ground and returning behind him. His eyes stayed on the ground now that he revealed himself and his saddened form. Aoba didn't expect an answer from Kuro. He wasn't sure if his answer would even be one he wanted. Then again, not knowing what he wanted made it easier to accept whatever Kuro had to say. "Sometimes. . ." Aoba heaved a sigh, not even sounding upset about what he was about to say. "Sometimes I think I was bound to end up becoming a mortal even without your influence." Aoba shook his head before huffing and flopping on his side as if giving up on the conversation.

It was a little uncomfortable with his wing bent under him, but Aoba made no effort to move it. Eventually that uncomfortable feeling would probably become painful, but he decided to wait until that time came. His deep blue eyes stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before they closed. His free wing came up and shielded face as he wiped it again. "Sorry. . . I shouldn't be so depressing. It's not, um, healthy." Still, he laid there, not bothering to move no matter how dusty or dirty the ground was. Something turned on in his mind and for the first time since Kuro walked in, Aoba made eye contact with the demon. His eyes were clouded with emotions, but his face was blank. In this 'calm' state he decided to ask Kuro what he wanted to while he was having a panic attack. 

"What happened to you? You don't look okay. . . Dani told me you went home. . ." Was it a demon thing to come back from home injured?