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[malpwactice]

[Aak doesn't know what he's looking for in Broca's eyes. He can't pin down the swirling emotions. He's not used to caring about what people thought about what he did. Hell, most of the time he went ahead and attributed people's concern to their own interests. Like, "He's only mad because he'd have to explain to HR what happened!"]

[Yet, he knows that's not really true. The two of them are only in this situation because of some fucked up familiarity. He cares what Broca thinks. Broca cares something about him. So, he braces himself for some kind of lecture, some kind of admonishment, and,]

Huh? [Aak blinks once, twice,]

That's it?! [One "alright" as the resolution to the whole arc?!]

I cleaned up for this! [in his own way] I was freaking out, you straight-faced bastard!

[He was worried and now, with no place for that worry to be released, he's just gotta go into full immaturity-mode.]

[broca]

[ Given that Aak had explained himself and was mostly not flippant this time, Broca had assumed he wouldn't even want an argument to begin with. It's not like Broca can't ask probing questions or grill a guy if need be, but he didn't need all that. Aak understands what's at stake here, and he'd weighed that against the risk of returning to their world which meant losing something more important to him.

Broca can understand it, even if his own value system skews in a different direction.

So he really doesn't understand why he's getting fussed at now. His ears twist back, and he blinks in confusion at the outburst. ]

Why were you freaking out about this?

[ As if Broca hadn't angrily told them to get the fuck out of his room the first time this revelation had cropped up, or hadn't ominously told Aak they needed to talk right before this meeting. ]

[malpwactice]

[Aak's nose scrunches at the fact Broca has to even ask,]

I thought you were mad! [Although, it's bit more complicated than that. After all, there were plenty of things that he would do that made Broca mad. He would easily slip his friends trial medications, or advertise his breeding kink on the network, all things that mad Broca mad!]

I thought, [his tail flips from one side of the bed to the other,]

Something was gonna change. Like, [he struggles to put it to words,] we'd be done, or something.

[And despite choosing someone over Broca, over his job, over his own world, he'd still be upset to ruin what they have.]