Though Aoba had most certainly not been moved in such a way since he was very small, Declan’s patience and care served their purpose. The man in his arms wasn’t disturbed even the smallest bit. His midday nap continued on, all the way to being laid down and tucked in to pre-warmed blankets. There was a bit of sound from him at that point, but it was only a contented sleep-murmuring as his head sunk into the pillow.
It wasn’t his proper trundle bed, but it was better than a couch, definitely better than a cockpit seat.
Ren watched all of this, naturally, but instead of remaining with Aoba he followed Declan back out and stayed near the Guardian, perhaps offering his own quiet companionship in place of Aoba’s. Of course, a lap was the most opportune position for such a thing, provided Declan was willing to pick him up.
It was roughly an hour more before Aoba came to again, slowly, getting all the way through a stretch and a yawn before becoming aware of his surroundings enough to fail to recognize them. Bleary confusion faded into understanding when he realized he saw the bunkroom from an angle he hadn’t up until now. Well, there were a couple ways he could have gotten here, but—
Wasn’t me, cut in a yawn. Which meant Declan. Aoba couldn’t remember dozing off—who ever did, anyway?—but it was obvious enough that he must have.
It felt weird, getting out of bed in full gear, but up he got again with rustling blankets and clinking gear-buckles giving away his return to alertness before he himself emerged from the little room, a little disoriented but still hazel-eyed.
“…Fair warning,” he decided on saying, hoping to defuse his own potential embarrassment with a joke. “I will totally turn off the gravity and drag you to the bunk if I ever find you asleep in the cockpit, too.”
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It wasn’t his proper trundle bed, but it was better than a couch, definitely better than a cockpit seat.
Ren watched all of this, naturally, but instead of remaining with Aoba he followed Declan back out and stayed near the Guardian, perhaps offering his own quiet companionship in place of Aoba’s. Of course, a lap was the most opportune position for such a thing, provided Declan was willing to pick him up.
It was roughly an hour more before Aoba came to again, slowly, getting all the way through a stretch and a yawn before becoming aware of his surroundings enough to fail to recognize them. Bleary confusion faded into understanding when he realized he saw the bunkroom from an angle he hadn’t up until now. Well, there were a couple ways he could have gotten here, but—
Wasn’t me, cut in a yawn. Which meant Declan. Aoba couldn’t remember dozing off—who ever did, anyway?—but it was obvious enough that he must have.
It felt weird, getting out of bed in full gear, but up he got again with rustling blankets and clinking gear-buckles giving away his return to alertness before he himself emerged from the little room, a little disoriented but still hazel-eyed.
“…Fair warning,” he decided on saying, hoping to defuse his own potential embarrassment with a joke. “I will totally turn off the gravity and drag you to the bunk if I ever find you asleep in the cockpit, too.”