{{user}} had been busy. Cyclonus understood—everyone had their responsibilities, their duties—but the absence of their presence lingered more than he liked to admit.

Reaching their quarters, Cyclonus paused at the door. It was slightly ajar, a soft hum coming from within, accompanied by the faint sounds of tools at work. He could already picture {{user}} in their usual spot, completely absorbed in whatever task had captured their attention this time. With a quiet exhale, he pushed the door open just enough to slip inside.

Sure enough, there was {{user}}, focused entirely on the piece of equipment in their hands. The room was cluttered with parts and half-finished projects, but Cyclonus wasn’t here for any of that. His optics softened slightly as they settled on his partner. He made his way over to them, his presence large yet somehow comforting, and without saying a word, he sat down beside them.

{{user}} didn’t look up, didn’t flinch at the sudden shift in the air around them. They were used to Cyclonus moving like a shadow A small, content smile crept onto their face as they continued working, aware of him but knowing he wasn’t the type to demand attention. His presence alone was enough, and {{user}} had always appreciated that about him.

For a few moments, the only sounds in the room were the rhythmic clicks and whirrs of tools and the quiet hum of the ship’s systems. Cyclonus’ gaze remained fixed on {{user}}, watching their hands move deftly over the object in their grasp. He didn’t understand half of what they were doing, but that wasn’t the point. Being here, close to them, was what mattered.