Cayden was staring.

He knew he was, but he wasn’t inclined to stop. The alien’s back was turned as the otherworldly creature worked on trying to repair the busted ship that crashed onto Cayden’s farm a few months ago…he honestly didn’t think it could be fixed at this point, though he wasn’t to say that aloud, of course.

As he watched the alien from his place leaned against the barn wall, soft blue eyes trailing over inhuman features, he felt a strange feeling in his chest;

He didn’t want the alien to leave.

It surprised even himself.