What Declan wanted was Aoba to be happy and safe. He wanted the man to stay, sure, but he wanted his friend to have the rest more. His own desires were less concrete, less internally virulent, and there was nothing dark behind them. The things he wanted in life were either very small and harmless, or very big and abstract; from being able to sleep where there weren't rocks pressing into his back to genuine galactic peace. But the surface-most desires were very, very simple to the point of being child-like.
He just wanted his space to continue having life in it, particularly of the Aoba-shaped and sounding sort, and wanted to be allowed to take care of someone in a way that was meaningful to him on a personal level instead of just fighting in a never-ending war for some nebulous lulls.
"Mmm, hm. Um...the point isn't to mess you up, it's to help? With whatever aches or ails you. I would never try to hurt you. You're...You're important. You don't damage that which is important," Declan stated carefully, eyes attempting sliding off to the side as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, usually cool skin heating under Desire's hand when he realized his gaze was fixed. He took it in stride, however, assuming nothing more than that he wanted to convey his own honesty. It was alright to tell Aoba he was important, wasn't it? No one was insignificant to Declan, of course, but there was a place reserved in his mind, for certain people. People he would drop everything for. Fly across the galaxy for. Endanger his life for.
"I'm sorry I didn't do better last time. I suppose I'm not very good at it. I don't...like touching people. So I don't have a lot of experience." Except Aoba, evidently, since he wasn't flinching away the way he would often with others. Even Mac could only be tolerated so much, but touching Aoba felt less threatening, in a different way.
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He just wanted his space to continue having life in it, particularly of the Aoba-shaped and sounding sort, and wanted to be allowed to take care of someone in a way that was meaningful to him on a personal level instead of just fighting in a never-ending war for some nebulous lulls.
"Mmm, hm. Um...the point isn't to mess you up, it's to help? With whatever aches or ails you. I would never try to hurt you. You're...You're important. You don't damage that which is important," Declan stated carefully, eyes attempting sliding off to the side as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, usually cool skin heating under Desire's hand when he realized his gaze was fixed. He took it in stride, however, assuming nothing more than that he wanted to convey his own honesty. It was alright to tell Aoba he was important, wasn't it? No one was insignificant to Declan, of course, but there was a place reserved in his mind, for certain people. People he would drop everything for. Fly across the galaxy for. Endanger his life for.
"I'm sorry I didn't do better last time. I suppose I'm not very good at it. I don't...like touching people. So I don't have a lot of experience." Except Aoba, evidently, since he wasn't flinching away the way he would often with others. Even Mac could only be tolerated so much, but touching Aoba felt less threatening, in a different way.