Declan nodded his understanding, sliding his plate closer and setting to the food with his characteristic gusto. He did happen to glance at Aoba and wondered about the other man's face. Was he uncomfortable with the closeness? He hadn't intended to get in the way, but he was overlarge and couldn't always help it. Thinking he'd crowded Aoba too much, Declan shuffled away, holding his plate close as he cut and devoured the omelette.

Gosh, that sure was nice...

"I don't know if it's dry or not. It tastes great, though. I like all the...the bits, in it," he remarked, not sure what to call it. He shrugged it off, eating near the counter so he could return his plate when he was through. He debated over the pros and cons of staying awake and being a good host versus getting more rest and being a safer soldier. He didn't strictly need sleep, but it was always better to be well rested. Still, he felt bad leaving Aoba milling about with nothing to do.

"You know, you're not restricted to the quarters, right? If you get bored, you can always go explore the Tower. Anywhere you aren't allowed to be you won't be able to get into, anyways. So don't feel like you have to stay here. I don't want you to sit around doing nothing while I'm just sleeping. You should stretch your legs and do what you like."