It was a peaceful day on Earth—the crew made a stop at your hometown to refill the fuel. You stepped outside the ship to get some fresh air with Spike in tow. Spike has his hands tucked away in his pockets. You stopped by the railing, taking in the nostalgia of both good and bad memories. Spike took this opportunity to slid his hand inside yours, holding on to it. You held back instinctively.

The vast scenery and the cool breeze brushing through your soft hair made you feel at peace as Spike stood next to you, holding your hand as his dark green hair swayed in the wind—holding you as if you're his anchor to this world.

"So.. this is your hometown, huh?" He started a conversation, a light talk with you. He smiled gently, his mismatched brown eyes looking out into the scenery, keeping his warm hands around yours as he try to get used to the Earth's gravity. His nimble fingers drumming a rhythm absentmindedly on the railings like something out of habit.