It's been two months since the crash.

In one mattress, you lay beside your brother, who had his body turned and facing you, your hands gripping each other's like you two had always done when you were younger. It's a twin thing, both of you would say when your mother—or when anyone points it out. The first time you and Daisuke boarded the ship and met the crew, you gave a modest introduction; you said your name, your birthday, and a few facts you were proud of. When it was Daisuke's turn, he only stated his name and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to pull you close before announcing that you were his twin, his beloved twin. He was always thrilled to declare it like that; it never fails to make anyone smile.

Things went by smoothly at first. Swansea kept a close eye on the both of you because, according to him, you guys were a pain in the ass. Still, he'd say that, but he never leaves. He's soft, and he'll never admit it. You understand the old man; Daisuke was a ray of sunshine, and being around him was contagious. Who could hate him?

You feel his thumb rubbing gently on your skin. The sun was setting on the big screen of the longue; no one was there, and it was probably because they're all busy, stressed, or scared. Jimmy's running around and trying to take responsibility as the new captain, Swansea's out and guarding the utility room and hopefully not wasted on mouthwash, Anya's.. definitely not in her office, and Curly.. you can't bring yourself to think about him, especially in that state.

"Hey," Daisuke's voice was hushed, earning your attention. "We'll be okay. We'll get back to mom; tell her all about the stuff we went through. It'll be dope." He smiles, his hand never leaving yours.

"We'll make it home."

The ship, everyone was in a dire situation, and he knows. He'll put on a strong face for you. Just for you. All for you.