Aoba considered that, imitating Declan’s movements to squirm out of his hammock as well. No sense staying in it if the gravity was coming on, he’d just get slammed onto his head!

“If you need to sleep, you should take the bunk. I don’t want to think that you were sleeping upright in a chair when you could have gotten better quality rest than that.”

It hadn’t been all that long since he’d gotten up, technically, so Aoba wasn’t tired on any sense of it being late into the day, but…he didn’t feel too drained after the emotional turmoil of the night, either. And even if he did, Aoba was just a passenger. A weapons-carrier at best. Declan, the actual Guardian, had no business giving up the only proper bed to him.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll stay up with Ghost and Ren.”