"Really? Hm." he asked, glancing over curiously before smiling faintly and looking back to the stars. That was...really nice to hear. Declan talked a great deal with Aoba, far more than he ever did with other people aside from Mac, and that was because the man harassed him incessantly. The Titan liked being in places such as the bar, but he didn't want to talk as much as listen, watch sometimes. He liked reading and being quiet and just sharing space. The times Declan didn't feel alone at home were when he tucked himself onto the cushioned nook against the balcony window at home and read something he'd found in one of his many patrols. He liked Little Women the most, but he'd read a lot of pre-Golden Age literature just because he could. The world wasn't so silent and lonely when filled with the words of great authors, and while he was a little slow at reading and retaining things, once he did it stayed.

"I wish I lived in your time," he stated abruptly, sighing softly. He didn't elaborate on the statement, just making it and leaving it at that, but he thought that if he had, he'd very much have liked Aoba to find him. Maybe whoever he was before could have used a friend, too. Especially one like the other man. He wondered, would the other him have been such a coward with his feelings? In the past, was he brave and bold? Or just as alone? Sometimes he pondered those things, but he never wanted to know badly enough to ask Ghost, and he knew Guardians weren't supposed to, anyways. Still...he wondered if the Declan of before were a better man that Aoba may have looked to, romantically.