Declan quickly stopped what he was doing, trying not to look at all suspicious when Aoba wandered in and out of the main living-space, watching the other man pace back out before going back to struggling with the cooking. He ended up having to get more than a few things from the replicator to spruce up the meal because though he'd watched more than once now, omurice wasn't exactly something he was personally equipped to accomplish.

It wasn't pretty, but it smelled good, and he taste-tested it before setting the plates on the kitchen counter, turning them this way and that to try to show the best side towards the bedroom door so it would be the first thing Aoba saw when he came out. Sure, Declan could have just gotten the food automatically, but it wouldn't have meant as much. Effort mattered.

"Feel better?" he asked, since long showers meant, to him, a need for something more than just physically cleansing.