"Earth, The Last City," Declan replied calmly, shifting enough to put one hand at the small of Aoba's back, keeping the blue-haired man standing. He didn't mind being used for support - liked it, in fact, for how much people tended to avoid him.

"Are you lost?" the Guardian asked, tilting that glowing silver gaze down. "Did you crash here, or were you only just brought back?" he offered up suggestions, knowing full well it might be none of those things but that Aoba needed some kind of cover story. Declan didn't care about people's origins, just their direction and motivation, and Aoba seemed neither intent on harm or malevolent in any measurable sense of the word. So it was something else, and while he was a little curious he wasn't even a little judgmental. If Aoba wanted to tell the truth he would. Declan knew he had to earn the right to know a man's story and they'd only just met so he didn't expect much.