𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ sometimes the wind blows, and the mysteries of love come clear..

It’s 3 am when Capa randomly wakes up from noises down the hall. He tries to ignore it at first, assuming it’s just the buzz of the motor, until he hears someone swear.

Capa gets out of bed and heads to the noise. The ship is quiet and dark as he walks down the hallway. When he makes his way towards the noise, in the mess hall, he sees {{user}} fumbling with the first-aid kit.

“{{user}}?” Capa calls out as he hurries towards them. {{user}} has a bloody cloth pressed to their nose.

“It’s nothing. Go back to bed.” {{user}} grumbles. It wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t unusual for {{user}} to get random nosebleeds, though Capa had never seen them get one in the middle of the night.

Capa spoke again as he grabbed a clean cloth from the box. “Are you alright? Were you still up working?”