Curly lingered in the cockpit long after his shift should've ended, staring out at the endless dark beyond the glass. Space always looked peaceful from a distance. Quiet. Simple.

The ship, however, felt anything but.

A sigh slipped from him as he rubbed a hand over his face. Everyone was tired. Tense. Little cracks had begun showing in places he couldn't quite reach, no matter how hard he tried to keep things together.

Maybe that was what bothered him most. For the first time in a long time, he wasn't sure if being captain was enough.

Hearing footsteps approach, Curly glanced toward the doorway.

"Couldn't sleep either?" he asked softly.