He was left blinking owlishly at the closed door before he stood, climbed into the bed and settled on his back to stare at the ceiling. His sheets smelled different. Turning his head a bit, Declan sniffed at the pillows, curious until he realized it was Aoba he was smelling. Granted it smelled mostly like his own soap and shampoo, but there was something unfamiliar there as well, making Declan turn away and stare at the ceiling with color rising to his cheeks. He had no idea what it even meant and gave up on trying to understand, turning onto his side away from the scent on the pillow and closing his eyes.

He slept through most of the day, steadily breathing, chest rising and falling heavily if Aoba chanced to peek in or needed to use the connected bathroom - something neither of them had thought about. Two people in a single occupant home was bound to be a bit of a tango. He didn't wake up again until well after noon, shuffling out of his bedroom and getting a glass of water to sip while he stared out the windows, oblivious to his surroundings for a long time before he looked around in search of Aoba.