Aoba watched Declan from the corner of his eye for a few moments. Once reassured that the omelet wasn’t too terrible after all, he picked up his own half of it and followed Declan’s example, eating while they stood right at the sink there like the couple of bachelors that they were.

It wasn’t bad, thank goodness. Would have been lighter and fluffier if Granny had been the one cooking but…on the scale of possible results when it came to Aoba cooking, it wasn’t too bad.

He managed to nod after Declan spoke, swallowing his bite before answering. “I figured I’d take Ren and go see Tess, and look around a bit with those maps Ghost gave us. Ah, which reminds me, he’s still in sleep mode in your room…I’ll go get him before you turn in.”

Which also reminded Aoba that he hadn’t made the bed behind him or anything. Should he offer to change the sheets? It wasn’t like he was a guy who sweated a lot in his sleep or anything like that, but…well, Declan sure would be ‘treated’ to the sight of his bed in an unmade, sleep-rumpled state.

Oh, wait…he’d already been in the bedroom to change. Too late for that, then.