"Uh...yes. Yeah. See you then," Declan mumbled, ducking his head and hiding behind his hair, though there was no one to see his face in the first place. The connection ended and he reached up to run a hand down his face, peering between thick finger to stare at Ghost who stared right back.

"What?" Declan rumbled, shoulders tense and eyes tilted slightly to one side.

"Nothing. I think it's lovely that you're actually talking to someone."

Again the man ducked his head, mumbling some incoherent thing as he turned away and moved off to tidy up around the home. He didn't really know what else to do if he wasn't getting ready for work so he did all he could in the scope of sharing a home. Including ordering a new bed which would, with any luck, arrive that evening before they had to sleep.

Making Aoba spend extensive time on the couch just seemed like a passive aggressive way of asking him to leave. While Declan didn't want to seem clingy or smothering, he really just wanted Aoba to feel safe, comfortable and welcome. So he ordered a trundle bed.

Seemed legit.