[ He doesn't seem offended at all when Aoba laughs, only looking at him with his signature smile as he quirks a brow. Well he didn't say no so look who wins at the end of the day. ]

I'll just guide you. [ The pads of his thumbs slowly draw circles against skin, tempted to move up the man's back. ] But you're always touching me so I'm sure you'll be fine without my help.

[ Aoba has stared and touched him with an eagerness that could rival against anyone else who has seen him stripped of every article of clothing. Even now, while they're lying down, he still can't keep his hands off of him.

--But, of course, the same thing could be said about Crowley.

However the topic shifts, heading towards something much more melancholy. They were just talking about flipping their usual positions around and blindfolds, just how that turned into a conversation about missing parents is... well it's odd. ]

I didn't say that. [ That look Aoba gives him receives a smile, however, one that he hopes appears to be out of comfort because he's just lost right now. Unfamiliar, unaware, he doesn't know what to do with emotions he's lost over the centuries; sympathy, solicitude... he's certain that he's not even able to properly express those anymore. ]

I want to get to know you.

[ Because they're only starting to do that after fucking like three times. ]

When was the last time you saw them?