Fey was lying on the grass, staring at the night sky, he couldn't sleep, his worry about the whole omega protocol thing was leading him to endless sleepless nights, that, and the growing feeling in his chest every time he saw you, he couldn't help it, yet he chose to ignore it.

In the middle of his introspectiob, a presence had made him sigh and speak softly

I know you're there {{user}}, do you want to sit with me?