[ There's anger there, but it's not anger that lashes out. Whatever is bothering the general is kept locked down tight, painstakingly guarded, and Aoba would rather it stay that way. Like putting his hand near a flame, he can feel the heat but knows not to touch. Still, he'd been expecting the controlled calm he was met with when they were first introduced, and it throws Aoba for a second. Makes him nervously jump ahead mentally to his main objective without explanation. ]
thumbs up
I was wondering if you could help me with Ren.
[ Whoops his hand slipped into the fire. ]