"Um...not exactly," Declan replied, looking guiltily at the gun in his hand before setting it on the coffee table nearby.

"Let's...sit down and talk a minute. Ren, too," Declan sighed, reaching up with one broad hand to rub at his brow wearily. The minor headache still throbbed a bit, but he wasn't as bothered by it as he was by the responsibility he felt towards Aoba and the situation at hand.