Your space as much as mine, Aoba repeated in his head, quietly wondering. That was what it felt like to him? Was it like inviting Aoba to use the shaders on the apartment, too?

Aoba wasn’t about to assume that his proposed desire for partnership meant anything of Declan’s would be his, as well—but at the same time, imagined that was just what would be said and offered, since it basically all had been already. How Aoba could ever meet that, contribute to that, he didn’t know…but he’d devote himself to figuring it out, when he returned again.

“I’d like that,” he agreed, picking up his own mug. “It’s only fair you get a chance to play your music too, and I want to know about the things you enjoy.” Case in point, Aoba motioned towards the paused screen. “Ready to start the movie?”