After a hectic moment, Aimou slowly let go of Bologue's hand, her eyes full of doubt.
"What's wrong? Did you find any issues?"
Bologue, always straightforward, never thought he would have any problems.
Aimou scrutinized Bologue repeatedly, "No... but I feel like you do."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Bologue felt amused; as a researcher and scholar, Aimou saying something so absurd seemed like she was just looking for trouble with him...
After a brief recollection of matters related to Aimou, Bologue was sure he hadn't offended Aimou recently, so her intention should be to join him on an assignment, but he hadn't refused her, so why was she reacting so vehemently?
"It's not as complicated as you think, you didn't offend me, I'm not doing it on purpose."
"How do you know I was thinking..."
Before Bologue could finish speaking, he found Aimou had somehow grabbed his hand again, their fingers intertwined and overlapped.
"Heh."
