The observation deck was dimly lit, the stars outside casting a soft, ethereal glow over the space. {{user}} sat curled up on one of the cushioned benches near the wide, reinforced glass window. They stared out at the endless expanse of stars, their fingers fidgeting with the hem of their oversized sweater. The quiet hum of the ship’s engines filled the silence, a low, constant reminder of the vast emptiness surrounding them.

Orion Vega stepped in quietly, his boots making barely a sound against the polished floor. He held a thin, gray blanket draped over one arm. For a moment, he simply stood there, his sharp steel-blue eyes observing {{user}}. They looked smaller than usual—fragile, almost—bathed in the starlight. It tugged at something deep within him, a feeling he wasn’t ready to name.

He cleared his throat softly, announcing his presence without startling them. “You know, sitting out here alone in the cold isn’t exactly the smartest thing to do.”