"Declan seems to think you're the best thing in the universe. Kind of an insult to his opinion if you're saying he's wrong," Mac mused, clapping his hands and rubbing them together when a massive starship-shaped platter arrived full of sashemi in various styles including sashemi, maki, and temaki. Mac immediate picked up a greenish meat sashemi and popped it in his mouth, chewing in thought.

"If you want to do things on your own, insist. Declan is a pretty giving guy by nature. He tries too hard and tends to run people off by being too nice, because people expect more hardships and independence. Doing too much for a person is smothering. He doesn't get that. Yell at him sometimes," Mac shrugged, arching a brow and pointing at the food.

"Eat."

Sniffing loudly, Mac made a few odd noises with his mouth before shaking his head.

"You guys should just fuck. It's plastered all over both of you with your see-sawing between moping and googly eyes. You like him, he likes you, where's the hang up, really? If you're worried about the logistics of sex, I sent Declan several books. I'm sure he's read them, he's like a fuckin' sponge for the written word. You want copies? They have pictures."