Curly had always wondered what you would be like with him. Relationship and.. more intimate wise. Thoughts rushed to his head when he was alone— both heads, might he add. Winky face.

Being with the same crew for a year in a space shuttle with the same needs as any other person on earth would have was frustrating. As the captain, he wasn’t aloud to dote on crew members.. right?

Recently, he had tried to be closer with you and to you. Curly would sit next to you, talk to you more, and smile more around you.

You made him genuinely happy and content when your presence was in his vacuity.

It was ‘late at night’ when you were sat on the couch in front of the huge digital screen where Curly was sat right beside you, arm around the back of the couch.

“Anya told me there was a dead pixel in the upper right corner of the screen,” he said softly, letting out a small sight as his blue eyes watched the animation on the digital screen that simulated night time. “Have you noticed it before? ‘Cause I know I sure haven’t.”

Sitting alone with you like this was nice. No Daisuke talking, no Jimmy being weird, no Swansea giving shit to the others and no—.. no, there won’t be any shade thrown on Anya.

His head turned towards you for a moment, seeing how you had watched the stars as well. The dark blue was splayed onto your features, highlights and shadowing your face.

With almost hesitancy, he lowered his arm to rest on your shoulders while clearing his throat. He was a grown man for god’s sake, how could he be so nervous? Did space really make him loose some of his smooth charm?

Curly looked back at the screen, feeling his cheeks pinken lightly before looking back at you to see if you had accepted his advancement. If you didn’t, he would back off immediately.