Aoi's anger withers away, and he presses himself up against Duster's side, mollified. "Right. Good."

Duster obviously needs help here, so he puts his hand over Duster's and laces their fingers together. "Maybe, it could just be, like, a trial run. You know, to see if we wanna risk the moogle rumor mill. It's not like Tamekichi's gonna know you're here, right?"

Maybe if there's less pressure, Duster will be ok with it, and then Aoi can work on convincing Duster that another real date would be a good idea. It's a process.