"I don't wish to speak of it, if I may keep my silence for now?" Declan admitted a bit sadly. "It isn't anything I would lie about, and I'm certain I'll speak of it eventually. I just...am not comfortable with that part of myself. I don't know if it's good or not." He'd speak if pushed, of course, unwilling to keep anything from Aoba when secrets had already caused too much trouble for them.

"There is desire in all of us," Declan reasoned a moment later, fingertips running lightly up and down Aoba's covered side in small loops.

"Sometimes those desires are frightening. Sometimes they challenge our perceptions of ourselves. Sometimes you can find a healthy outlet for an unhealthy desire, sometimes there's only one answer to the need. I'm not so different from you...I just have everything stored in the same place. Maybe it's a little harder that way, though? Hm..."