Finally noticing where Ren was gave Aoba a bit of a start, meeting the Allmate’s dark gaze. He looked as content as he ever did, though. His tongue was sticking out and everything. Suddenly it reminded Aoba of any time he walked out onto his veranda and Koujaku would already be there, with Ren cuddled up in his arms.

To Aoba it said that despite the things that were going wrong or that Ren didn’t approve of, Declan himself was not one of them. Ren would not have allowed the Guardian to hold him so, otherwise.

“Ah.” He refocused on Declan as the other spoke, a little late to his chuff of laughter but still meaning it genuinely. “No, I don’t mind. But at this rate we’re going to have to figure out some kind of rotation, if neither one of us wants to tolerate the other not sleeping in a proper bed.”

Sharing’s always an option. So what if it’s narrow, just get good and cozy and-

Aoba refused acknowledgement.