Nodding slowly in understanding, Declan was willing to let the matter go. He didn't want Aoba to feel pressured, feel bad in any way; he just wanted the man to know that he had a home in Declan's world. It did surprise him, however, that he felt somewhat crestfallen. It made him...sad, to think that Aoba would eventually disappear, somehow. And it troubled him that the man may be going off into some great unknown, some peril, not lucky enough to arrive in a bathroom stall in a relatively safe place.

"However long you need or want, Aoba. As long as you understand that you always have a place to go to," he smiled one of those vague smiles, the emotional inflection too subtle. The frown a moment later was quite apparent, though.

"Are you alright? I hope I haven't upset you," the Titan asked, reaching out to carefully brush aside the hair in Aoba's face, knuckles resting on the other man's forehead the way he'd watched other people do, checking for excessive heat. He was no medic of any kind, but he could certainly shuffle his friend to bed and tend him with compresses and teas. He wasn't a complete failure.