A trundle…bed. Aoba had to think a bit and a little harder than usual, but with most of his headache settled down into groggy exhaustion he eventually pulled up the mental image to match Declan’s description. And then, head turned to still keep his attention on his host and rescuer, he just had to stare.

“You got…me…a bed….”

A bed. Clothes and food and putting him up for the night, offering the use of his home because he wasn’t often in it—except now he was, taking care of Aoba every time he turned around, addressing needs before Aoba could even think they might be there to be asked…and now he hadn’t even let Aoba “timeshare” his bed for one night before going and getting a whole new…trundle bed.

Not even like a rollaway cot or a futon or an air mattress, but a bona fide piece of furniture bed.

And Declan had told him all about those ‘shader’ things before and invited him to change the color of the rooms….

Aoba was seriously starting to feel like he was moving in and he hadn’t even been here all that long!

This. Guy.

Aoba was embarrassed and touched all together, not knowing what to say…so once again, he said the first dumb thing to come to his lips. “…That’s it. I’m going to start looking for where you’re hiding your wings and halo, because you seriously are an angel.”