Though the changes were only subtle ones, Declan liked them, and liked the implication of consistency and stability that Aoba taking an active role in making the space his created. He paused when he realized the other man was adrift in his own world, working diligently on his companion. Instead of immediately making his presence known, he made a soft sound to pull Ghost back and they retreated to the bedroom, putting things away and climbing into the shower for a much deserved scouring.

A little while later the Titan padded back out on bare feet, wearing heather grey sweatpants and nothing else, a small towel around his neck draped over his shoulders, catching any leftover dampness from his hair. His body remained the massive wall of muscle Aoba had seen peeks of under shirts and armor; the white skin made him look like some Mr. Universe mock-up of Michelangelo's David, and the way Awoken skin literally shimmered, Declan was a lot more stunning than he knew. Of course the people he traveled with weren't the sort to compliment him or have personal interest outside a soldiers generic camaraderie.

When he saw Aoba still tinkering, the Titan went to his gear bag and pulled out a satchel loaned to him by his Warlock friend, holding it under one arm. Then he had Ghost send a notification to the blue-haired man's coil, the communication alerting Aoba with a plain text.

Are you busy?

He waited standing behind the couch and over Aoba, smiling faintly before following up.

Can you see if I left anything behind the couch?

Not a duplicitous person in any way, it didn't mean Declan couldn't have a tiny bit of fun at Aoba's expense. Not that he could say why inspired him to something so frivolous, but he wanted to surprise the other man.

It wasn't as if he believed Aoba would be excited to see him in particular, but the gifts he'd collected might be an enticement.