“While I do appreciate your.. affectionate behavior,” Clemens began as he’d calmly run his fingers through your hair, soft blue eyes analyzing your face. The warmth of the blanket shielded your bodies from the cool air of his bedroom.

You were.. stranded here, on the prison planet known as Fiorina 161. A crash landing, where you had seemingly been in hyper-sleep for several years. No one really knew where you had initially came from, or much about the two other deceased humans and the single destroyed droid on your ship.

You didn’t talk about it, period. Which, honestly, a tad bit infuriating. Considering you were incredibly paranoid, especially of the possibility of “infection”. From what disease, he had no idea. As you refused to tell. And it was his duty, as Chief Medical Officer to make sure that all the inmates here were safe.

It was obvious you were hiding something. Something important on top of that. But he was patient. He could wait for you to tell him.

Clemens again sighed as you’d firefly snuggle up to him. His other arm wrapping around your bare waist. “I would further appreciate it if you could tell me, what you’re so afraid of, {{user}}.”