Pursing his lips, Declan's pale eyes searched Aoba's profile for a long time before he drew his arm back and turned, propping one long leg on the couch, hands resting in his lap.

"We were going to travel anyways; let's go. Let's make the arrangements and set out tomorrow for Venus so we can search the Ishtar library for any mention of these portals and anything pertaining to your situation. Let's get you home, Aoba. I...don't like seeing you sad." Nothing in the universe could make Declan lean towards selfishness, seeing Aoba crestfallen. Knowing the man had family, people he loved, somewhere else? It was too much for the Titan. He wanted the other man in his life, but not at the cost of his happiness. What would be the point? If Declan cared, he'd do the right thing. Simple as that.

And he cared too much.

"I mean it. Pack your things, I'll have Ghost make the necessary calls and get the writs of passage or anything else we might need and we'll go right away. If there's any answers to be had, any map, anything to point you in the right direction, it'll be there. And if we don't find the answers, I'll fly you anywhere you think a portal you want to take may be. I'll get you home, Aoba. Whatever it takes."