"Well, I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation, one way or another, and your granny is sure to know it. Instead of worrying about that, let's just focus on us?" he suggested, tilting his head slightly, a finger tapping lightly on his mug.

"We're going to have everything to send you home safely, soon so...what do you want to do before you go?" He didn't want to add his thoughts, that he wanted to know what Aoba would like to do, in the event he could never come back. Declan, for all his concerns, had already accepted the possibility. The only reason he wasn't behaving as distressed by the idea as he felt was because he'd had it. For one brief and beautiful moment, he'd had love. Even if it never came back, he could go on knowing that someone had once found him worth it. He could last a long time on what little he'd been granted. Even the not so great parts.