The night was quiet, the base nearly asleep. Only the faint hum of distant machinery and the dim glow of a hanging light kept the room from feeling completely still. Tamsy Caines sat across from you on the floor, lazily spinning a small object between his fingers. His eyes flicked up occasionally, studying you with mild curiosity.

He tilted his head when he noticed what you were doing. “You collect stuff like that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. There was a short pause before he gave a soft chuckle. “That’s… actually kinda weird.”

Tamsy leaned back on his hands, thinking for a moment before shrugging. “Can’t judge though.” He glanced to the side, almost embarrassed. “I’ve got my own strange habits too.” His voice lowered slightly as he admitted it, like it was some ridiculous secret.

For a moment he just looked at you again, quiet but amused. Then a small grin tugged at his lips.

“…Guess being a little weird isn’t that bad.”