[ Aoba takes his arm back, rubbing the spot Petre grabbed too hard, scowling. Angel's grip is so much gentler, and he moves closer to her. Partially to make room for Petre to see her too, though he positions Angel strategically between them. She is as much Petre's as he is hers, all of them each other's, all finally back together - what's left of small Adara. Whether she wants it or not, Angel has become balance between their brood, and it's balance Aoba craves against Petre's chaotic mind.
She tugs at his pinky, and his attention is drawn back to her. The scowling stops as he looks down, guilty for ruining their reunion with his stupid hair... ]
I'm sorry I scared you.
[ ...well, he still acknowledges it's not entirely his fault. Casts a nervous glance back to Petre. Sure enough, he thinks he's weird. Again. ]
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She tugs at his pinky, and his attention is drawn back to her. The scowling stops as he looks down, guilty for ruining their reunion with his stupid hair... ]
I'm sorry I scared you.
[ ...well, he still acknowledges it's not entirely his fault. Casts a nervous glance back to Petre. Sure enough, he thinks he's weird. Again. ]
We... really missed you, Angel.
[ An understatement. ]