Neither one slept well that night, it seemed. Declan struggled to go down, failed, sat up, realized Aoba never came in, checked out the door, saw Aoba on the couch, retreated. Eventually he just exercised until he couldn't bear to anymore, collapsing in a sweaty heap. It was a bigger relief for more than one reason. In the morning, he rolled out of bed and into the shower, not bothering to come out of his room. If Aoba needed the space he was giving it to him.

In the early hours, Ghost coalesced near the couch, making a soft, cheery chiming noise like a polite alarm clock.

"Good morning Aoba! Declan is awake and in the shower. I wanted to make sure you had time for breakfast and a shower if you wanted them. Hmm. Did you like the gear Declan chose?" he asked, unsure if it had even been looked at. Not really his biggest concern since getting something else wasn't that hard, but he didn't want the other man to feel rushed when he and Declan both had such an...eventful evening.