He noted the minor difference, perfectly willing to leave it unaddressed. He meant it when he intended to treat all sides of Aoba as decently as the next. If the other Aoba were interested in a movie and food, why not? He wasn't sure what ended up shifting them, but he supposed if he could leave behind another Declan to handle things while he napped inside his own head, he would.

If it were even like that, he mused, pushing himself out of his seat and moving to the kitchenette. He reached out, squeezing Aoba's shoulder gently, reassuring and acknowledging to Desire that he knew who he was talking to and welcomed him back around.

"Ghost, please start the film," he remarked, glancing up as the window shuttered and the movie displayed. The opening segment ran while he heated up some sort of protein casserole mix, wandering back and handing Desire a plate, pale eyes looking the other man over. He turned to the film and forced his attention there, unwilling to let his mind linger on thoughts of Aoba in the shower again. Nothing down that road but passive agony.