"Aoba. Do me a favor when you return home," Declan turned to the other man, sliding his hand around to gently grip his upper arm, eyes serious.

"Be patient and kind with your grandmother about all of this. Don't get angry or too upset. What she did may not have been the best thing, but it may have been the only thing. And I don't ever want you to live with regrets. You may say or do something regretful out of reflexive resentment, but you've been growing through this well. You'll be fine, and there's no point holding onto ill feelings over it. I accept you, and I know other people will too. Find your peace, alright? You should go back home and get your answers, but they're just formality at this point."