"I can eat a little or a lot. If the eggs keep then you should make smaller portions for me so you can have real food when you want instead of the rations. It's more important for you to have real food and eat than it is for me. I just appreciate the experience, but you genuinely need it. I'll be happy with anything, Aoba," the Guardian smiled, gentle and warm as he finished raking his hair back. For once, albeit briefly as it dried, Declan's hair wasn't in his face. He had no scars, no missing eye, no dark secret behind those bangs other than he was hiding from everyone else. In his home, alone with his virtual stranger of a roommate, the big man seemed less afraid somehow and felt relaxed enough to expose himself.

"My neck is killing me," he mumbled, running a large hand over his face and tilting his head with a groan. "I don't think the new helmet is working out, Ghost."

"The visuals did seem a little impaired. Shall we return to the former outfitting?"

"No...we'll go to the Cryptarch and get those engrams checked out later. Aoba, do you want to go? You can meet Rahool and there might even be some gear more suitable for you than me," Declan asked, gesturing vaguely at no direction in particular.