More for them to have in common, though the particular circular ruts of Aoba's own overthinking hadn't been quite the same. The idea of Declan thinking about potential liaisons in such apparent detail was something all the more for Aoba to squirm over. Desire had really made a mess of things by trying to make the moves he had....

He ignored Desire's dry 'stare' in favor of another soft sigh, turning his head up and back in attempt to touch Declan's face with his own. A press of brows, a nuzzle, anything like that.

"Well, for whatever it's worth... it's not like I'm going to insist on anything you're not comfortable with. Even... even that other side of me said it to Mac, when he was grilling me earlier. I do want... something, yes... but I don't think I really care about the 'form' of that 'something'...."