And there they continued to sit for the moment, Declan as sure as shackled by the light weight of Aoba's hand and the tightness in his shoulders and neck coupled with a flutter in his chest when that thumb brushed his skin.

He couldn't stop the audible swallowing noise as he stared at the other man, not quite processing the words he heard at first.

"What? Yes. Sorry. Of course. If you don't mind my getting in the way a bit, I'd be happy to help in the kitchen. You can count on me," the Titan stated a bit too seriously, nodding once and looking almost grim. Going into cooking battle, evidently.