Aoba noticed Kuro from the corner of his eye, but stayed silent. His wings were tucked and his legs were crossed as he stargazed. The fallen angel subconsciously scooted closer to Kuro as he wrapped a wing around him, noticing how much warmer it had gotten with him there. It made him realize how cold it was. Aoba had been so delved in his own thoughts he had forgotten about everything else. After what seemed like forever, Aoba finally spoke. His voice was soft as if not wanting to disturb the night. "I didn't mean to wake you." His eyes moved from the stars to Kuro for a moment. "But thank you." He honestly didn't know why he was thanking the demon, but it felt right to do so. 

As another few moments passed, Aoba leaned against Kuro, resting his head against his shoulder. "Do you think. . . Do you think any of them have been watching?" Aoba didn't feel right saying their names anymore. The thought of disgracing the angels' name was enough to get him to shy away from mentioning it. "I don't think they would. After all, it's quite obvious what they'd say. . . Honestly, I'd much rather them forget about me than stare me down disapprovingly." He sighed softly but stayed comfortable next to Kuro. He yawned, fighting the sleepiness that came with being comfortable and looked back at the stars with a shrug. "I don't think they would've approved of a single thing since I got here."

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Fenrir gently touched the mirror and sighed. [I]'Even after all of this, you still wonder what we think of you? You are such a brave little angel and we took you for granted. I took you for granted. And if I could, I'd change that. . . I would at least want to apologize to you.'[/i] Fenrir shifted through papers, still more focused on the mirror. [I]'If only I paid more attention.'[/I] The doctor still felt utterly guilty for what happened but tried not to berate himself too much. Some of the angels noticed his more quiet and secluded behavior. The Overseer questioned him about it at times, but eventually decided to let him be. 

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After their brief conversation, Aoba eventually did find little peace within himself and then dozed off leaning against Kuro. He was warm, and his wing was like a comfortable blanket. For sometime, he did childishly try to fight his sleep, but he eventually gave up on that.