Quite alright since Declan was a clingy starfish himself. Strong arms welcomed Aoba in and wrapped securely, and long legs found their ways between Aoba's and over them, twisting their two bodies together. The naturally cool temperature of the ship meant their cozy little nook never became stifling, and it was - for Declan, at least - the best sleep ever had.

The next morning the Titan woke early as always, but found himself tucked into the back of the bunk against the wall and Aoba protectively wrapped between him and the blankets. There was no getting out of bed without waking the other man, and he didn't feel inclined to. Instead, he laid there for however long Aoba slept past him, be it minutes or hours, and watched. Pale eyes traced the lines of a face he deemed beautiful, even if Aoba disagreed, while fingers caressed whatever skin they were nearest, soothing himself into a state of half-sleep.