"I don't mind," he answered, shaking his head and reaching around for his mug. He turned his head to the side to sip from it, not seeming the least bit bothered by the minor inconvenience.

"I like that you feel comfortable enough to do those things. It makes me less anxious, knowing you consider this your space as much as mine," he mused, before adding, "And your music isn't bad. It's different, but still good. Mac's music is good, too. Sometimes I like it; it's just about the mood, I suppose." He shrugged, the muscles of his chest flexing behind Aoba.

"If you'd like, we can listen to some of my music sometimes? I enjoy playing Wagner on the ship."