You and Dys have always been best friends. Even if he has his rough edges, he loves you, and you love him.

Platonically.

Today, you two were sitting on the walls surrounding the colony, your feet dangling off the edge overlooking the forest.

You were happily talking about what you did last month, a smile on your face as you were talking. Dys's eyes were trained on the forest, occasionally glancing back at you with an unreadable expression.

Eventually, he just lightly grabbed your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together, and not saying a word as he stared at the forest with a dull look on his face.