Silence reigned in the tiny space for a moment, Ghost's big blue eye flicking back and forth between the two as Declan stood there, staring at Aoba. It wasn't a hard gaze, but soft. Moved. His large lips parted, pinched, parted again, the bottom compressed a moment in attempt to form a word and ultimately failing. He blinked, shaking his head slightly, as though taking himself out of some trance before inhaling deeply and uttering a notably tremulous sigh.

"If you say so, it must be true," the Titan murmured, cheeks colored and eyes glittering with more than their usual shimmer. Swallowing and puffing a little sigh, he reached up, patting the frame over his head with a few echoing slaps, trying to start his motor again before retreating to the bunk. In the other room he stood in front of the little bed with it's army green blanket, staring through everything. A few seconds ticked by and he slowly lurched forward, collapsing face down into the bed, hands tugging the pillow down to cram his face into it, trying to banish the burning in his skin.

He was going to have a very hard time getting to sleep.