With or without powers, Declan would have obeyed, not holding on too strongly in the first place. Big and brute though he looked, he was as careful as physically possible with the other man. When Desire shifted, the Guardian was already letting go. He just hurried it up when the man demanded it of him.
"I don't...understand why we couldn't still." get along, he meant, though he was waving on the edge of uncertainty and a throbbing migraine, staring wide-eyed into Desire's gaze. If the man pried again, he'd find Declan just as sincere as before. Hurt, sure, but he didn't like Aoba, or whomever, any less for this circumstance. It was just a facet of the man he hadn't known about or understood. Something he was obligated to try understanding, if he was going to call himself a friend. Even if Aoba may not have meant it, Declan had. And friends weathered the storms, right?
Ghost's blue eye narrowed and shifted, the construct silent, hovering, watching. Something about this Aoba wasn't the same, and it wasn't just his temper. When the man spoke, Declan's own brain patterns had some sort of tremor, and Ghost worried that if he wasn't acting as part of the Guardian's life support, it may have been different. Worse? He didn't know what it was, but he'd ask Ren when things resolved. For now...
"What are you?" Ghost demanded, zooming between Declan and Aoba, the spikes of his shell spinning, big eye filling the blue-haired man's vision. "And what are you trying to do? Hm?" he followed, only getting out of the way because Declan gently pushed him with one hand, the other rubbing a finger against one vaguely ringing ear. The Ghost turned, looking at the Titan thoughtfully. Declan, for his part, was starting to look sulky. Things were spiraling, and the Guardian's mood with it. He didn't feel very good at all.
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"I don't...understand why we couldn't still." get along, he meant, though he was waving on the edge of uncertainty and a throbbing migraine, staring wide-eyed into Desire's gaze. If the man pried again, he'd find Declan just as sincere as before. Hurt, sure, but he didn't like Aoba, or whomever, any less for this circumstance. It was just a facet of the man he hadn't known about or understood. Something he was obligated to try understanding, if he was going to call himself a friend. Even if Aoba may not have meant it, Declan had. And friends weathered the storms, right?
Ghost's blue eye narrowed and shifted, the construct silent, hovering, watching. Something about this Aoba wasn't the same, and it wasn't just his temper. When the man spoke, Declan's own brain patterns had some sort of tremor, and Ghost worried that if he wasn't acting as part of the Guardian's life support, it may have been different. Worse? He didn't know what it was, but he'd ask Ren when things resolved. For now...
"What are you?" Ghost demanded, zooming between Declan and Aoba, the spikes of his shell spinning, big eye filling the blue-haired man's vision. "And what are you trying to do? Hm?" he followed, only getting out of the way because Declan gently pushed him with one hand, the other rubbing a finger against one vaguely ringing ear. The Ghost turned, looking at the Titan thoughtfully. Declan, for his part, was starting to look sulky. Things were spiraling, and the Guardian's mood with it. He didn't feel very good at all.