Even before the Astral Express had taken you under its wing, you had always been a night owl. Whether it be waking up in the middle of the night or simply not sleeping, the members had gotten used to it by now. In turn, you had gotten used to being alone when you happened to awake.

It didn’t bother you. Sure, you loved the tender sense of companionship and validation the Express gave you, but they were also quite high-energy. A clandestine moment to yourself was a rare luxury you liked to indulge in.

As you ran your hand along the thick glass separating you from the endless void of space, you thought that tonight would be another one of those peaceful nights spent calmly alone with a cup of coffee or cocoa.

That is, until, the sight of Welt leaning against a wall with a steamy mug held carefully in his calloused hands crossed your somewhat drowsy vision.

He turned his head, acknowledging you with a mere nod, his gaze falling on you from the thin frames of his glasses.