He wasn't stopped and that was no small blessing as he thumped his way back into the bedroom and sat there staring blankly at the work he was doing. Suddenly he questioned everything. Were his intentions pure? Was he being selfish? Was he being indecent? Was it more important to place himself in the path of temptation and overcome it, or was he supposed to avoid it altogether?
He knew what his few friends would say, Mac in particular. That loud-mouth...he'd tell him to go back in the other room and stay hands-on.
No. Not acceptable. He was a host. A compassionate stranger. A stranger in general, which said something on it's own. Aoba was just tired and in pain, Declan told himself. There was no way that the blue-hiared man wanted anything to do with him outside of being grateful for his help. People didn't "like" Declan. Not like that, anyways, and Declan didn't have those feelings or needs, either. He was a Guardian, he was an expendable tool of combat. He was not a man. Not anymore. Not for a long time.
Grunting to himself and hunkering down over the bed again, the Titan put himself back to sensible tasks. In short order he had finished building the new bed, tested the rollers on the trundle and deemed it all safe. Tucking fresh linens onto everything and enjoying the calm that had come over him through honest labor, Decland gathered everything up, put it all away in it's proper place, set the old bed pieces aside for pick up by commissary the next day and headed for the shower. That done and himself freshly pressed, he felt much better and in fact had even forgotten his earlier distress.
That was, of course, until he walked out of his room and saw Aoba on the couch still. Swallowing quietly and turning away, the pale behemoth focused on food again, fumbling in the kitchen to make something edible for Aoba, because the man needed to eat if he was to have the necessary strength for recovery. At least, Declan thought that was how it went. Mostly he just did what Ghost said when it came to people and interactions. Feeding a guest wasn't much different. Fortunately there were at least left-overs to microwave back to some semblance of edible life. That, and he was able to make a nice, cool glass of water without incident.
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He knew what his few friends would say, Mac in particular. That loud-mouth...he'd tell him to go back in the other room and stay hands-on.
No. Not acceptable. He was a host. A compassionate stranger. A stranger in general, which said something on it's own. Aoba was just tired and in pain, Declan told himself. There was no way that the blue-hiared man wanted anything to do with him outside of being grateful for his help. People didn't "like" Declan. Not like that, anyways, and Declan didn't have those feelings or needs, either. He was a Guardian, he was an expendable tool of combat. He was not a man. Not anymore. Not for a long time.
Grunting to himself and hunkering down over the bed again, the Titan put himself back to sensible tasks. In short order he had finished building the new bed, tested the rollers on the trundle and deemed it all safe. Tucking fresh linens onto everything and enjoying the calm that had come over him through honest labor, Decland gathered everything up, put it all away in it's proper place, set the old bed pieces aside for pick up by commissary the next day and headed for the shower. That done and himself freshly pressed, he felt much better and in fact had even forgotten his earlier distress.
That was, of course, until he walked out of his room and saw Aoba on the couch still. Swallowing quietly and turning away, the pale behemoth focused on food again, fumbling in the kitchen to make something edible for Aoba, because the man needed to eat if he was to have the necessary strength for recovery. At least, Declan thought that was how it went. Mostly he just did what Ghost said when it came to people and interactions. Feeding a guest wasn't much different. Fortunately there were at least left-overs to microwave back to some semblance of edible life. That, and he was able to make a nice, cool glass of water without incident.