An earned reputation was seldom something one could run away from, no matter how hard they tried to be someone else. Declan still had a lot of anger, but he let it out in battle. In places like the bar, where he felt anxious and threatened in a public setting, he sometimes lashed out at those that made good targets. Aoba, however, didn't upset him in the least. Or, not in the same way, at any rate.
"I wouldn't think poorly of your granny," Declan responded after a moment of staring down at the hand over his wrist, careful not to move his hand in any way that might make Aoba withdraw.
"You speak well of her. She probably did what she thought was best at the time...but now you know, and it's up to you to make your own decisions. Whatever they are, I'll support you." He paused, looking up at the other man for a moment, one of those fluttering smiles of his lifting his lips for just a moment before he realized he'd lifted his other hand, fingers outstretched as though moving to touch Aoba's face. Glancing at his own palm as though it had in some way betrayed him, the Titan quickly placed it down at his side again, confused. A moment ticked and he cleared his throat with a nod.
"Still, I'll put it back in it's box for tonight. You--"
"If I might interject?" Ghost piped up, making a little "hem hem" sound, emulating clearing a throat he didn't have, for effect.
"I suggest in the morning you go to Jolyene and discuss the matter. Approach it like dissociative identity disorder, creating a personality as a defense after past trauma. She'll have resources she can give you. Probably be able to help you find a way to have more control over the back and forth. Offer different medications based on the findings. Since it's clearly more than just a medical issue causing headaches."
Declan merely nodded again, knowing the woman would have a vast knowledge of things to try. Maybe it would make it easier on Aoba? Both parts of him. If they were able to come to terms, maybe the other Aoba wouldn't sound so upset...
"Aoba...Are you..." Attracted to me? He wanted to ask, but choked at the last second, cheeks that pale lavender as he reached up and scratched the side of his neck. "...hungry?" Saved.
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"I wouldn't think poorly of your granny," Declan responded after a moment of staring down at the hand over his wrist, careful not to move his hand in any way that might make Aoba withdraw.
"You speak well of her. She probably did what she thought was best at the time...but now you know, and it's up to you to make your own decisions. Whatever they are, I'll support you." He paused, looking up at the other man for a moment, one of those fluttering smiles of his lifting his lips for just a moment before he realized he'd lifted his other hand, fingers outstretched as though moving to touch Aoba's face. Glancing at his own palm as though it had in some way betrayed him, the Titan quickly placed it down at his side again, confused. A moment ticked and he cleared his throat with a nod.
"Still, I'll put it back in it's box for tonight. You--"
"If I might interject?" Ghost piped up, making a little "hem hem" sound, emulating clearing a throat he didn't have, for effect.
"I suggest in the morning you go to Jolyene and discuss the matter. Approach it like dissociative identity disorder, creating a personality as a defense after past trauma. She'll have resources she can give you. Probably be able to help you find a way to have more control over the back and forth. Offer different medications based on the findings. Since it's clearly more than just a medical issue causing headaches."
Declan merely nodded again, knowing the woman would have a vast knowledge of things to try. Maybe it would make it easier on Aoba? Both parts of him. If they were able to come to terms, maybe the other Aoba wouldn't sound so upset...
"Aoba...Are you..." Attracted to me? He wanted to ask, but choked at the last second, cheeks that pale lavender as he reached up and scratched the side of his neck. "...hungry?" Saved.