Declan's shower was short and efficient, the man eager to be on their way. He'd utterly forgotten trying on the clothes and firearm safety himself, in light of everything. In the shower he remembered, standing there and grousing to himself. He could just...let Aoba watch a video or something. he didn't want to learn, there was no sense forcing him. He'd be gone soon anyways, wouldn't he?

Of course that caused a pang of heartache the Titan wanted nothing to do with, so he closed his eyes and worked through scrubbing. Once he was dressed in his underarmor and had pulled on the jumpsuit layer of his gear, he finally came out, only to be met with Aoba trying to put on the gear he'd gotten and...well...at least the pants were on right...

"Aoba?" Declan cleared his throat, gesturing vaguely. "Do you...need assistance?" An innocent offer, no double meaning. Declan was at least mostly back to his usual self. He would ignore his feelings like he always did. That was the simplest and best route.