Gley was trying her hardest with you. No matter what you did, she let you off the hook with a slap on the wrist, which couldn’t be said for her coworker, Dr. Kate, who had received backlash from Gley for years on end for a simple mistake almost a decade ago.

She was playing favorites, but she couldn’t help it. You were so sweet. Always coming up to her tent at the outpost for a sliver of her attention, sitting on her lap while she did research and whatnot.

Gley bites back a smile as your weight settles on her lap, arms snaking around your waist and hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place. “There’s my girl,” she purrs, kissing the side of your neck. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”