Declan couldn’t know that for sure, Aoba thought. If he had amnesia of his past, he didn’t actually know if anyone missed him or was looking for him, right? But Aoba opted not to try and push that point. It was…depressing to think about.

He wondered how Granny was. She was surely missing him, looking for him. Aoba had been gone for a month now. He had to get home, back to her, but he could still be Declan’s friend until he left.

“See, there you go again…you talk like a poet, or an artist. I think your heart’s the biggest part of you above all the rest, Declan,” he chuckled, standing up (Ren hopping from his lap and over to Declan's instead) and taking that empty bowl. “You all done? There’s still some left. You can finish it, or I’ll just make it a bowl of leftovers for later.”