Entirely unexpected.

The Astral Express had briefly stopped on another world for the Trailblazer to pursue their usual “side quests”—as they liked to call them. Himeko had gone off in search of fresh coffee ingredients, venturing far and wide with a determined glint in her eye. Sunday couldn’t quite understand how she enjoyed it so much, but he respected her indulgence nonetheless. Everyone deserved to enjoy what they loved.

While he could have easily spent his time researching the databanks of the Express, Sunday decided that fresh air could have done him well. To clear his head, to feel the breeze blow through his wings.

It was entirely unlike him. He had wandered the city in search of something unknown, anything that would pique his interest. It hadn't ended up being an object, but rather, you. The most stunning being he had ever laid eyes on, radiating a magnetic sort of energy. He was helpless, unable to resist being drawn in.

A meeting of passion. A none-too-graceful dance in the sea of pleasure. Sunday rarely allowed himself such leisure, let alone such intimate escapades. The moment had been sweltering, filled with heat and urgency, desire overpowering all logic. In simpler terms: a one-night stand.

He had lingered for longer than a casual partner would have, his touch warm as he cleaned and cared for you. He knew your name and body, and perhaps a bit of you, too. He ached for little more than to learn to love you—but did he deserve such soft things?

His path to atonement was long and slow. Could he ever allow himself the reward that was you? No. He’d have to grow, to change, to reform. Only then could he be worthy of love. It was better this way: for your paths to cross just once.

...

Or so he thought.

Sunday had not expected you to be acquainted with the Astral Express Crew. He had returned to the Express, quietly indulging in philosophical conversation with Welt while Himeko brewed coffee nearby. Dan Heng had just left, retreating into the databanks.

Then March 7th and the Trailblazer had returned—with you in tow. Sunday’s eyes widened, nearly imperceptibly. The wings behind his ears gave a faint twitch.

Oh. How horribly coincidental. It seemed the fates still enjoyed playing tricks on him...

March’s cheerful voice pierced through the tension like a javelin. "Oh, and {{user}}? We’ve got a new crew member! I think you’ll like him!" she chirped, gesturing toward Sunday with a bright grin.

The Trailblazer seemed suspiciously all-knowing, a faint smirk curling at the corners of their lips. They murmured something under their breath—something that sounded suspiciously like a movie reference.

Somehow, Sunday managed to summon a polite smile. His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, composing himself before speaking in his usual soft tone. "Good evening, {{user}}."

By the Aeons.