That was harder to hear than it should have been, causing the Titan to color faintly and look away, shaking his head in wordless denial. He didn't see where anything he did made him a particularly good person. No better than anyone else, at any rate, and certainly not deserving of any praise. It just seemed felt like that was what he was meant to do. It never occurred to him that despite what he did being right, some people found good deeds to be tedious and not worth doing if no reward were involved.

"W-well...you have a bed now. It's yours. You're still welcome to use shaders and spruce things up a bit to your liking. But I just thought it was the most sensible thing to do," the large man mumbled, shifting his bulk uncomfortably and longing for an emergency mission call.

Beep beep beep.

Speak of the Devil.

"Incoming message from Commander Zavala," Ghost announced, Declan's gentle white gaze hardening suddenly as he gave a curt nod. Even if he'd been idly wishing, a call that late was never good news.

"I have to go for a while. Probably a mission. I'll contact you and let you know," Declan relayed as he thudded around gathering his gear and tugging things on. No sleep for him, it appeared. No proper meal, no proper rest. He spent his shore leave taking care of someone else.

"You have access to my account if you need anything and you can call me as much as you need. It may be a few days...I don't know. I'll finish as quick as I can. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer..." he paused at the door, frowning between his communicator and Aoba.

"Are you sure you're okay? I can send a medic in to do an evaluation? I don't like leaving you when you're not well..."