[He shakes his head again, this time more slowly, and enunciates his words with a sharper tone.]

I don't know where you got a crazy idea like that.

It wasn't. I didn't.

[He lets out a low huff, scowling off to the side, and slinks into a sitting position on the other end of the lounge.]

Seriously. What do you hope to gain from feeding me this?

[That's the part that's niggling at him the most. Why would Aoba babble this kind of nonsense at him? Also why would he give a damn about him allegedly having been injured badly enough to require hospitalization? Both of his selves previously made it very clear to Noiz that he holds no value to him other than what he can offer. Pushed aside. Forgotten about. Used. Thinking back to their most recent confrontation, Noiz can't help the way his throat tightens up.]