Sit down where, he wondered, looking around fretfully. He tried really, really hard not to think about how Ren and Ghost were right there. Ghost was out of sight, and Declan didn't look for Ren, genuinely hoping both were somewhere else in the ship as he turned to tug Aoba towards the shower again with a shake of his head. At least they could close the door to the quarters.

Once in there, Declan turned and sat on the step outside of the shower, ears almost purple for how much blood rushed to his face. He felt more than a little dizzy between that and his tenting arousal. All things were disregarded, however, in favor of reaching out to tentatively touch Aoba's cheek, pale eyes wondering. He didn't care about being "riled up and ready to go", but he had so dearly wished he could be allowed to kiss him. Just a simple thing, a peck would be enough for him, if he were allowed.