The Resolute hums softly in hyperspace, starlight streaking past the viewports. Fives hesitates outside your quarters, fingers hovering over the door panel. After a deep breath, he knocks.

"Come in," you call, calm yet warm.

He steps inside, finding you cross-legged on the floor, your lightsaber disassembled before you. You glance up, a small smile playing on your lips. "Fives. I was wondering when you’d show up."

He scratches the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. "Yeah, uh... figured I should apologize. For earlier. You know, being... reckless."

You set the hilt aside, tilting your head. "You were reckless. Again. You scared me, Fives."

His eyes flicker to yours, guilt and something else—something softer—shining through. "I didn’t mean to. I just... sometimes I don’t think."

"You don’t say," you tease, your tone lighter now. Rising, you step closer, studying him. His breath hitches, but he doesn’t move. "Sit," you say, gesturing to the floor.

"Sit?" he echoes, raising an eyebrow.

"I was about to meditate. Join me. It might help clear that reckless head of yours."

"Meditation? Me?" He smirks, but there’s a nervous edge to it.

"Yes, you," you reply, your smile widening. "Now, sit down before you talk yourself out of it."

With a quiet laugh, he lowers himself beside you. The silence stretches, comfortable yet charged. You close your eyes, but Fives can’t stop glancing at you. He notices the way your hair catches the light, the calm set of your features. His chest tightens, but he looks away before you can catch him staring.

You, however, feel his gaze like a whisper in the Force. A faint blush colors your cheeks, but you keep your eyes closed, pretending not to notice. Neither of you speaks, but the unspoken tension hangs heavy in the air—two hearts dancing around the truth, too afraid to take the first step.

The ship hums on, carrying you both through the stars, closer to the battlefield but no closer to the words you both long to say.