[Is it impossible? Aoba honestly isn't sure. Nothing makes sense anymore, and he feels a very normal type of headache take over in absence of the type that used to be so common for him.
He's really starting to doubt his own memories, but in the end, what can he do but tell the story as he knows it? He can't expect Noiz to understand where he's coming from, otherwise.]
That's wrong. It was just you and me...
[Maybe it hadn't always been a smooth trip, but it had connected them in a way that Noiz had never been able to connect with another person... and it was definitely something new for Aoba too, in different ways. To have that taken away hurts, and he can't bring himself to look at Noiz, even if he probably should. He squeezes his eyes shut, and for some reason finds himself breathing a short laugh - mocking himself, maybe, though for what he couldn't say; doesn't want to say, perhaps.]
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He's really starting to doubt his own memories, but in the end, what can he do but tell the story as he knows it? He can't expect Noiz to understand where he's coming from, otherwise.]
That's wrong. It was just you and me...
[Maybe it hadn't always been a smooth trip, but it had connected them in a way that Noiz had never been able to connect with another person... and it was definitely something new for Aoba too, in different ways. To have that taken away hurts, and he can't bring himself to look at Noiz, even if he probably should. He squeezes his eyes shut, and for some reason finds himself breathing a short laugh - mocking himself, maybe, though for what he couldn't say; doesn't want to say, perhaps.]
You got pretty hurt...