Aoba stared at Kuro for a few seconds until his gaze went to the ceiling. He heard the slow shifts of movement but didn't turn to look back at Kuro, instead he found himself staring up at the demon as he scooped him up. The fallen angel became limp as a ragdoll and let Kuro carry him. He was a bit confused as he was put in his lap, but decided to just roll with it. It was oddly comforting. . . It reminded him of when the nanny he had comforted him when he cried. It was odd to think Kuro would also use the same tender methods, but it was nice nonetheless. Instead of dwelling on that, he focused on what Kuro had to say. Though the first thing he said made him give a puzzled look. He was being silly? What a non reassuring thing to say. Aoba's face relaxed and he glanced around. [I]'Listen to my heart. . . Well my heart got me in trouble in the first place. Or was that my brain? Probably that. I don't know. You silly demon, what would you know about hearts anyway? You're all hollow right there.'[/I] There was a moment in his rambling thoughts where he reached up and started to place his hand over where Kuro's heart was supposed to be, but he pulled away thinking it was a bad idea. 

He couldn't help but smile as Kuro mentioned his half blooded nature. [I]'You are half an angel. . . Is that why I'm so interested in you?'[/I] He blushes at the thought, around the same time Kuro kissed his head. If anything, he could use the kiss as an excuse instead of having to admit his blossoming feelings for the demon. Once more, he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. [I]'For another day Aoba. . . Another day.'[/I] 

It put a smile on his face to know that a demon, half or not, considered him a perfect angel. Even if he didn't think so, someone who didn't care for angels noticed his purities more than any angel did. The compliments and shows of gratitude he never received were like little gifts and he enjoyed them. A small, embarrassed laugh escapes him as he's compared to Gabriel himself. "I don't know about that one..." His smile turned into a more embarrassed look as he averts his eyes towards the mention of him hiding his tears. 

It lasted only moments before he was curious again when he mentioned what happened when he had went home. His eyes went wide, but Kuro was already ahead of him, holding on tight so he wouldn't move off him. In attempt to but less strain on him, he wiggled away from Kuro's chest and stomach as much as he could. Understanding that he wanted to finish, Aoba quietly let him finish. [I]'If only I had my medical abilities. . . I could easily heal him. But he could heal himself, but. . .'[/I] His eyes went to his hands for moment, but he put them back in his lap. He paid more attention to what Kuro had to say. With a little 'Hmph' noise, Aoba crossed his arms and rolled off Kuro's lap after the kiss. "Well you don't. . . But fine. Either way, you should really go get healed up. You're going to make your injuries worse." He had been sitting up in front of Kuro, but soon got up, dusting his clothes off. He held his hand out and helped Kuro up. 

"I remember. . . You told me about a healing pool in h- your home." He didn't really like saying Hell considering, normally it was said with disgust or resentment wherever he heard it. And, well, it was Kuro's home. "Could you go there?" 

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Fenrir noticed Aoba staring down at his hands when they were talking about Kuro getting injured. He cringed at the memory of Aoba getting his powers torn from him and being kicked out of heaven. It was a terrible memory, and Fenrir could only imagine the feelings Aoba had when he wanted to help the injured demon, but couldn't. [I]'It was all he wanted. . .' [/I]