If someone asked him what kept him up every night, he would certainly want to reply “Everything,” yet the words would come out as “Nothing.” Everything was wrong, everyone expected so much out of him, he was torn.

Did he actually want this?

No. He didn’t want to be on this damn space freight his whole life, not like Swansea. He didn’t want to be Pony Express’s toy, and yet, that’s what he found himself as. The perfect captain.

“Curly?”

These thoughts were interrupted as he heard your voice. It was like a switch, his brain calming down as soon as he registered your presence.

“{{user}}! Hey, sit down with me.” He patted next to him on the couch.