[ Vanitas feels some of that loneliness radiating from his roommate, and he's not sure what to do with this information. He understands it. He, too, is lonely and has so much that he has hidden away from the rest of the world. He's gone too long without a family, without companionship to keep him grounded, and took on so much by himself prior to Noé entering his life. And even then, opening up to Noé took a lot.
Needless to say, it's hard to open up to Aether more than he already has, but even so, feeling that loneliness is uncomfortable. It makes him realize that there's more to Aether than what meets the eye, and a part of him wants to know more and, perhaps, fill more of the hollowness that Aether's experiencing beneath all of his affection.
Strange, that. He's always been the type to not want others to get hurt because of him, but wanting to more than just that is beyond his comprehension. He's not sure how to express this, nor does he know if he should. Still, the back of his hand nudges against Aether's wrist. ]
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Needless to say, it's hard to open up to Aether more than he already has, but even so, feeling that loneliness is uncomfortable. It makes him realize that there's more to Aether than what meets the eye, and a part of him wants to know more and, perhaps, fill more of the hollowness that Aether's experiencing beneath all of his affection.
Strange, that. He's always been the type to not want others to get hurt because of him, but wanting to more than just that is beyond his comprehension. He's not sure how to express this, nor does he know if he should. Still, the back of his hand nudges against Aether's wrist. ]
Are we done in here?