He felt better with the asking alright…but boy did he still feel bad that he couldn’t give Declan the ‘no effort required welcome-home dinner’ he’d originally envisioned. Add one more thing to the list of everything Aoba already owed him for.
“You can’t get in the way in your own kitchen,” Aoba pointed out with a bit of a lopsided smile, giving Declan one more friendly (and definitely a more conscious) squeeze before releasing him. Ren got a ruffling too before Aoba moved him from his lap and to the floor.
His tea, still stubbornly retaining some of its warmth, came with him as Aoba stood up from the couch and surveyed all those worried faces. “So let’s just…table this whole thing for the night, okay? I’ll go see Jolene in the morning, but for now we can just focus on dinner. Declan, since you liked it so much before, I got the things to make nikujaga again.”
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“You can’t get in the way in your own kitchen,” Aoba pointed out with a bit of a lopsided smile, giving Declan one more friendly (and definitely a more conscious) squeeze before releasing him. Ren got a ruffling too before Aoba moved him from his lap and to the floor.
His tea, still stubbornly retaining some of its warmth, came with him as Aoba stood up from the couch and surveyed all those worried faces. “So let’s just…table this whole thing for the night, okay? I’ll go see Jolene in the morning, but for now we can just focus on dinner. Declan, since you liked it so much before, I got the things to make nikujaga again.”