The Guardian's head tilted slowly, uncovering his over eye as he looked at Aoba, wondering. The fingers of one hand tapped lightly on the table, the man obviously weighing things, uncertain. He was no less worried or confused, he'd simply told himself the best thing to do was to not think about the negatives. Though, if Aoba was seeking reconciliation...

Declan wouldn't decline.

Pushing off from where he'd been leaning, the Titan stepped in, arms outstretched before wrapping around the other man. It was a gentle, tentative hug, but no less warm for the care of it. Home, like he'd said.

"I'm sorry I'm so stupid, Aoba. I don't...I'm not always able to think everything the ways other people do. I'll try to be more understanding. I may not be that smart, but I'll get there eventually. I promise. Please be patient."