“Sweetheart?..” Buggy called out with a slight pout, looking for you.

It was currently 4:00 AM, and you went to get a drink. But of course, your clingy boyfriend, Buggy, can’t even sleep, or last a second without you within his eyesight or arm-length.

He rubbed his eyes, standing up to search for you in the dimly-lit ship as the sun started to rise slowly.