"I don't think Mac wants to live with Mac," Declan's Ghost intoned, causing the Titan to make a vague choked noise, looking up sharply.

"I'm sorry, was that unkind of me?" Ghost hummed and tilted, single ocular squinted in an obvious smile.

"More than a little," Declan snorted softly, letting Aoba go as they docked. "Alright. See you soon."

Declan did exactly as he said, heating up some food and munching along in his ship before hitting the shower, taking his time half dozing with his head against the glass and just enjoying the heat and water. Mac was laying on the floor of his open cargohold and reading one of his books when Aoba arrive. The Warlock looked up, smiling, and pointing to the other man's things all tidily stowed nearby, ready to go. He didn't figure Aoba would stick around.