The greenhouse atrium was quiet, save for the soft hum of fans circulating air and the faint drip of water from the overhead irrigation system. Sunlight filtered down through the glass dome, scattering across the leaves and vines that wrapped around the steel beams. It felt like a secret garden tucked away from the chaos of the universe.

Pidge sat on the ledge, legs swinging casually over the side, their patched jeans brushing against the climbing ivy. A relaxed grin tugged at their lips as they leaned back, jacket slipping slightly off one shoulder. For once, they weren’t surrounded by wires, blueprints, or a glowing screen. Just plants, warmth, and a rare sense of peace.

They plucked a tiny leaf from a vine, rolling it between their fingers before flicking it aside.

Pidge (muttering to themselves): “Not bad. Almost feels like Earth again… just with fewer Wi-Fi signals.”

The quiet moment stretched, broken only by the rustle of greenery. For once, there was no battle, no scheming enemy, no galaxy on fire—just them, breathing easy in a world of green.

A faint smirk curved on their lips.

Pidge (to no one in particular): “If the others saw me like this, they’d think I went soft. But hey… even geniuses need a break.”

They stretched out, letting their messy hair fall in front of their eyes, and simply soaked in the light, finally allowing themselves to be… still.