[ He's not the only one who's red in the face. Vanitas' blush only deepens the more Aether speaks, and he stares at him with bewilderment. This isn't Noé, whom he's gone on several adventures with; this is Aether, someone he's only known for a handful of weeks. He shouldn't feel this attached, this glad because of what he's being told. ]

...

[ His brow furrows when he looks at Aether. He's long since accepted that Aether is no master of magic and that all of these feelings are, unfortunately, his own. ]

You're infuriating, you know that? I don't get like this with other people, it's just you. I don't know what's going on, but I –

[ He pauses, frustrated with himself. There's a quiet moment...and then he leans in to kiss Aether for a third time. ]