Hadn’t Declan said Guardians didn’t really need to sleep? It left Aoba wondering what might change that, for Declan to be so visibly tired. Though Aoba dutifully did his best to read some of his own book, he either wasn’t a very good reader or it just wasn’t particularly well-written, reading like summaries of various stories than actual engaging tellings of them. Maybe if he asked Ren and Ghost to search sections a bit more fictional than historical….
Except all he really did was watch Declan doze, wondering at the dichotomy of it. The book suited him better than the rifle. Aoba could just imagine him in one of those stereotypical fancy studies, in a big plush chair by a crackling fireplace, a thin pair of reading glasses perched on his nose. Declan probably didn’t need glasses at all, but it completed the imagery. This gentle giant of his deserved all the peacetime and books to read that he wanted.
He’s not the least bit ours, thanks, came the grousing reminder.
Declan startled awake not long after that, prompting Aoba to rouse a puzzled look from his own undeserved daydreams. “Classified documents? Why would we need to get into those?”
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Except all he really did was watch Declan doze, wondering at the dichotomy of it. The book suited him better than the rifle. Aoba could just imagine him in one of those stereotypical fancy studies, in a big plush chair by a crackling fireplace, a thin pair of reading glasses perched on his nose. Declan probably didn’t need glasses at all, but it completed the imagery. This gentle giant of his deserved all the peacetime and books to read that he wanted.
He’s not the least bit ours, thanks, came the grousing reminder.
Declan startled awake not long after that, prompting Aoba to rouse a puzzled look from his own undeserved daydreams. “Classified documents? Why would we need to get into those?”