[Ah-- He knew he was about to be accused of stalking, but...

He hadn't wanted to believe that kind of thing could happen. The thought that Aoba knew -- really knew had occurred to him, but he'd dismissed it as an impossibility, and he'd been spending all this time searching for an alternative to it. Any alternative.

It doesn't make sense. How would he even-- The questions are racing, and for the moment his composure has slipped. He just stands there, startled and tense.]

That's...