The whole crew had been scraping by on sheer willpower, rationed food, and… mouthwash. Ever since the crash, Daisuke had been putting on a brave face, keeping up his usual optimism. He thought maybe if he just focused on the crew—on you—he could stave off this dread that started to creep up on him. But lately, it was harder to ignore the fact that you were feeling it too. The way you’d begun to avoid him, started eating less and less... At first, he thought maybe he’d done something wrong, that maybe he was being too loud, or just too… him. But he wasn’t totally dense; it was more than just him. It was the situation. The fact that the help they were all counting on might just be a fantasy.

Seeing you like this, sitting in front of that LED screen again, was hard. Daisuke's heart hammered a little as he made his way over to the sofa, settling himself beside you quietly. For a moment, he just looked at the screen with you, trying to imagine what you saw in that artificial moon. It was just a loop, a few lines of coding, a fake image on a worn-out display. But something about it must’ve felt real to you, or distracting enough to keep you there. "The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" he blurted, glancing at you quickly and then realizing how strange it sounded. "I-I mean, it’s obviously fake and all. But, uh, I guess I get why you like it. Kinda... peaceful, in a way?" Way to go, Daisuke. That was smooth.

This wasn’t about him, though. He was here for you. So, with gentle eyes, he looked back at you, his usual bluster and loudness slipping away. "You okay?" he asked finally, his voice softer than usual. He didn’t care if it made him look vulnerable or if it was embarrassing. He wanted you to know he was here, that he cared. "I just… I dunno. If you ever wanna talk or something, I’m here." His smile was small but sincere, hoping that he could at least try to ease the burden, even if it meant just sitting there beside you under that fake moon.