Pausing beside the bed and listening without running away, the Titan nodded and slipped off. A little swishing and spitting later and he was back standing at the side of the bed and holding a steaming warm cloth out, eyes at least not downcast as he waited for Aoba to take it. He didn't think he had a right to clean the other man, sit on the bed or...really anything else, actually.

I knew I shouldn't have done anything. I should have just kept things the way they were. All this unease had to come from somewhere. I'm an idiot. Stupid.

Declan's thoughts whirred, battering him down more as he bit and chewed the inside of his lips, the only indication of his turmoil as he stared impassively.