Glancing Aoba's way with an expression that said 'Are you sure?' before he nodded and accepted without fussing. Usually he would insist the other man go first, but this time he really wanted to just spread out on the flex-tile floor and let the grime and aches go down the drain.
And...maybe...do that thing Mac talked about sometimes...
...Ehh...
Shaking his head free of the thought for the time being, Declan made a sound of gratitude and peeled off his underarmor top well before even getting to the room, his skin looking like wet marble as he turned the corner into their shared sleeping and bathing space. A minute later he was reclining on the shower bench, head back and eyes closed, letting water and steam do their jobs after he'd soaped down. Once he didn't feel that a clogged toilet was cleaner than himself, he propped himself up enough to look down at his body, feeling extremely detached. He'd read some curious things in one of the Japanese history books that got him thinking about himself the way he sometimes did after conversations with his too-descriptive and somewhat vulgar friend, or when he caught something on the television he thought a bit 'risque'. Should he be more self-aware? Was it unhealthy, like Mac said, that he didn't bother with those things?
Being in close quarters with someone he had to admit to himself he was attracted to made him curious. Granted, he sort of expected things to just happen on their own, and suddenly felt very ignorant in regards to his body. Prodding himself didn't really do anything.
...How did you know if things were broken or not?
...Well...he wasn't going to ask Ghost, that was for sure.
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And...maybe...do that thing Mac talked about sometimes...
...Ehh...
Shaking his head free of the thought for the time being, Declan made a sound of gratitude and peeled off his underarmor top well before even getting to the room, his skin looking like wet marble as he turned the corner into their shared sleeping and bathing space. A minute later he was reclining on the shower bench, head back and eyes closed, letting water and steam do their jobs after he'd soaped down. Once he didn't feel that a clogged toilet was cleaner than himself, he propped himself up enough to look down at his body, feeling extremely detached. He'd read some curious things in one of the Japanese history books that got him thinking about himself the way he sometimes did after conversations with his too-descriptive and somewhat vulgar friend, or when he caught something on the television he thought a bit 'risque'. Should he be more self-aware? Was it unhealthy, like Mac said, that he didn't bother with those things?
Being in close quarters with someone he had to admit to himself he was attracted to made him curious. Granted, he sort of expected things to just happen on their own, and suddenly felt very ignorant in regards to his body. Prodding himself didn't really do anything.
...How did you know if things were broken or not?
...Well...he wasn't going to ask Ghost, that was for sure.