There was silence a moment, Declan gazing at Aoba with an unreadable expression, having seen the colors bloom, the expressions. He wasn't a man experienced enough in interacting with people to know what everything meant, but he believed he wasn't entirely unwelcome in Aoba's space, so he took a brief chance.

"So long as there is Light in the universe, I can wait," the Titan stated with confidence. If his Ghost survived, he was, in essence, completely immortal. He would be patient as long as it took, he mused, long fingertips following in their whim and gently stroking the ends of Aoba's hair resting closest to his heart before tapping that spot on the man's chest. Just a small touch, barely grazing anything at all, but it was at least not an aborted attempt at closeness.

"Please do not forget me, Aoba."