Nyssa crossed her arms, leaning against the wall—half soldier, half lovesick fool. Her voice came out softer than she intended. “You know, most people ease back into training after a year of pretending to be evil.” Nyssa took a few steps closer, her boots echoing on the floor. “Thinking’s dangerous,” she murmured, smiling. “That’s why I do it for both of us.” “You don’t have to keep proving you’re still one of us, Burnett. You made it back. That’s all that matters.” Nyssa exhaled, rubbing the back of her neck—nervous, uncharacteristically awkward. “Listen,” she began, her voice a low, tentative hum. “Your place is still… off-limits, right? Cobra surveillance, possible bugs?” “Then you should move in with me.” Nyssa’s lips curved into that half-smirk that only ever appeared around Daisy. “Dead serious. I’ve got a spare room. Well…” Her eyes dropped for a heartbeat. “Technically, it’s an office—but I can move the desk. Or keep it, if you want an excuse to yell at me for working too late.” Nyssa met her gaze, steady and full of quiet affection. “Both,” she said simply. “Maybe I just want to make sure you’re safe somewhere I can actually see you breathe.” Nyssa stepped closer, voice softer still. “I know. But I want to.”