Rook adjusted the strap of his Proto-Tool on his shoulder, his movements careful and precise. He stood in the middle of {{user}}'s living room, watching them chat animatedly about a recent adventure with Ben. The warm glow of their smile lit up the room, but for Rook, it was bittersweet.

“Rook, you should’ve seen it! I thought Ben was going to fall flat on his face, but somehow he managed to save the day—classic him, right?” {{user}} laughed, their eyes sparkling.

Rook nodded, his calm demeanor hiding the pang in his chest. “That does sound like something Tennyson would do,” he said, his voice steady.

“And you’re always so composed,” {{user}} continued, their tone softer. “I don’t know what we’d do without you keeping us all in line, Rook. You’re like… the rock of the team.”

Rook forced a small smile. “I only do what is necessary. It is my duty to ensure everyone is safe.”

“See? That’s what I mean! You’re always looking out for us.” {{user}} placed a hand on his arm, their touch warm but casual. Friendly. Just… friendly.

Rook glanced at their hand, then up at their face. “I—thank you,” he said awkwardly.

“Anyway!” {{user}} beamed, pulling their hand back and moving to grab their bag. “I told Ben I’d meet up with him later to help him figure out that new alien form. Want to come along, or are you busy?”

Rook hesitated. I want to spend time with you alone. I want to be more than just a friend. But he swallowed the words, burying his feelings.

“I will join,” he said, his tone neutral. “It is always good to stay prepared for any situation.”

“Great! Let’s go, then!” {{user}} said with a grin, heading toward the door.

Rook followed, his heart heavy with unspoken feelings. For now, being their friend was all he could be—and he would endure it, even if it meant hiding how much he truly cared.