The door hissed open and Declan looked up from where he was reviewing a series of documents ported over to him as a pre-brief for his next major mission. It was a serious task on the wartable, handed down to him from the Vanguard leaders themselves. It was entrusted to him, widely known as one of the more loyal and dedicated Guardians, and when the door opened and he saw Aoba's face, Declan wondered if there was someone he could pass the file off to.
"Aoba?" the Titan asked, rising from his seat on the couch partly out of concern and partly as a reflexive gesture of politeness. He tapped the coffee table, dismissing the file display, and closed the distance between himself and the blue-haired man in a few short strides. Ducking his head a bit and peering at the other man with a small frown he gestured to the couch, reaching in without comment to take the things Aoba was carrying.
"Go sit down," he rumbled, voice a gentle command as he turned away towards the kitchen. He was on autopilot by that point, seeing Aoba in poor health putting him into field medical mode - something very few Guardians did, as all of them were maintained by their Ghosts and medical care was redundant for the undying. His focus came from whatever and whoever he had been in the past. Declan didn't question of discount instinct, however. He put the groceries down, went for a washcloth and soaked it, letting the water run over it while he pulled up his own network interface on the kitchen wall and placed a rush order on tea, tea necessities and basic human medications. Granted he overdid it there, since the likelihood of Aoba needing antibiotics was low, but better safe than sorry. Painkillers, fever reducers, antibiotics...tap tap tap, down the list. He should have thought better about outfitting his home for the needs of a natural human.
Stupid. Stupid.
"These headaches..." he murmured, chewing his bottom lip briefly as he squeezed out the rag then approached his guest, extending it in offering. "Do they happen often?"
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"Aoba?" the Titan asked, rising from his seat on the couch partly out of concern and partly as a reflexive gesture of politeness. He tapped the coffee table, dismissing the file display, and closed the distance between himself and the blue-haired man in a few short strides. Ducking his head a bit and peering at the other man with a small frown he gestured to the couch, reaching in without comment to take the things Aoba was carrying.
"Go sit down," he rumbled, voice a gentle command as he turned away towards the kitchen. He was on autopilot by that point, seeing Aoba in poor health putting him into field medical mode - something very few Guardians did, as all of them were maintained by their Ghosts and medical care was redundant for the undying. His focus came from whatever and whoever he had been in the past. Declan didn't question of discount instinct, however. He put the groceries down, went for a washcloth and soaked it, letting the water run over it while he pulled up his own network interface on the kitchen wall and placed a rush order on tea, tea necessities and basic human medications. Granted he overdid it there, since the likelihood of Aoba needing antibiotics was low, but better safe than sorry. Painkillers, fever reducers, antibiotics...tap tap tap, down the list. He should have thought better about outfitting his home for the needs of a natural human.
Stupid. Stupid.
"These headaches..." he murmured, chewing his bottom lip briefly as he squeezed out the rag then approached his guest, extending it in offering. "Do they happen often?"