"Mhm," he answered, a bit distracted as he held the tray and tried to adjust, making sure Aoba didn't have to struggle too much. When the blankets were pulled up, he leaned to place the tray delicately in Aoba's lap, then settled back with a relaxed sigh.

Definitely too pure, though. Not even a little bit of a half chub; the Titan was a paragon. Aoba tucked in against him didn't set off any raging hormones or that nonsense. He was perfectly content to just be close to the one he loved. That was always the ultimate goal. Anything else was just indulgent.

"We can jump through space quick as a finger snap, but everyone needs a little rest between missions if there's nothing extremely pressing. I crank the ship speed down sometimes, and watch a movie or read a book. Sometimes I just...free drift and listen to music. Not Mac's music, though. His music is...Well, it isn't bad, I just don't prefer it," Declan finished as gently as possible.

"I like very old music from very old composers. Long before music was traditionally recorded. Like Mozart and Chopin, Beethoven, Bach, Handel. But I like the genre of music more than specific composers, so even music from after the advent of the phonograph or the radio. I find it extraordinary."