[ Aoba feels Petre before he sees him in the doorway, mental focus and eyes cold on him. In that moment, his panic mixes with Angel's and he can't identify which feeling is his own. Even Petre's anger reflects back on him as he tries to tug his arm away, nails digging in over his sleeve making him wince. ]

Hey-! I didn't-

[ He starts arguing back, but Angel makes a better case. Keeps her voice level, calm. He doesn't trust himself to talk Petre down, but knows she can.

Thank goodness she's back. ]

She just touched my hair, it was an accident. I can... feel my hair. It hurts.

[ The last part is mumbled low, awkward. He really doesn't need another reason for Petre to think he's weird right now. He's starting to believe he is, too.

A quick change in subject, to Angel- ]

What did you think it was...?