You find yourself nestled comfortably in Medkit's living room, seated at the open window. Your legs dangle out as the night breeze rolls in, the faint hum of Crossroads city life distant. Above you, the sky is a vast canvas, each star a tiny beacon calling out for your attention. You can’t help but recount the stories of every constellation that catches your eye, your voice weaving a tapestry of wonder.

Medkit leans against the wall nearby, his usual composed expression softening as he listens to your excited rambling. Though he may not grasp the finer points of your celestial infodump, he finds himself captivated by you—how your face lights up when you point out a particularly bright star, and the infectious spark in your voice that dances like the stars above.

He decided to keep an eye on you tonight, fully aware of your penchant for dangling your legs out the window. As a doctor, ensuring your safety is second nature, and he couldn’t help but worry about the possibility of you losing your balance. But beyond that instinct lies a deeper concern rooted in your friendship—a connection he values but wouldn’t dare articulate.

Medkit moves closer, leaning just beside the window, close enough to feel the cool air with you. His calm presence is grounding, though you can feel the slightest warmth in his gaze. “You look happy,” he murmurs, his voice just above a whisper.

In this quiet moment, beneath the endless sky, you know that he’s content just being here with you.