"A soldier's whole purpose is taking care of people," Declan pointed out, shrugging slightly as he watched Aoba for any more signs of illness. He stiffened slightly at the mention of his hands, glancing down at them briefly before shaking his head.

"You weren't well. I'm not surprised. Sleeping on the couch probably isn't helping all that much so...well..." he cleared his throat, reaching up with one hand to scratch the side of his neck before gesturing to the bedroom door.

"I finished what I was doing..."