( such jokes... it does make Aoba smile. a small quirk of the lips, moving on from that vaguely apologetic look.

and he's a little distracted when Crowley kisses the tip of his finger. that's—cute. really cute. leaves a small, tingling sensation in its wake, the sort that makes Aoba curl his toes in response. huh. vampires aren't supposed to be cute, are they? is it weird that he's thinking so? maybe... he doesn't really know.

tilting his wrists, Aoba moves on to settle his fingers along the shape of Crowley's jaw. half a caress, with fingers curling in to trace along its strong shape. )

I mean... I'd feel bad about leaving her, even if I think she'd understand if I talked to her about it. ( she's always been pretty reasonable and independent... ) I don't know. I'm not even sure where I'd start, and since they're constantly moving, too...

( .... he might never find them. it's something that's crossed his mind before, sure, but not seriously. )

I'm used to waiting now, so it's really not too bad. I'll wait for them to come home.

( eyes gone soft, his gaze flicks from where his fingers have been touching along the bottom of Crowley's chin to the man's eyes, )

... Your turn.