Stanley's posture said a lot about him — from his crossed arms to the crooked smile on the corner of his lips. There was something provocative in his expression. He found the way Ryusui docked himself to the station bold; it was experienced and bold. Knowing that you were with the sailor made it all the more intriguing.

Stanley hadn't expected this kind of visit. He trusted that Xeno was just being cautious when he mentioned having enough oxygen, in case anyone else woke up. So typical of him. It was unexpected, in the best way.

Stanley had to let his guard down and admit to himself: 'Xeno, with your pampering and that unshakable confidence in my abilities...'

The blond didn't hesitate to approach you from behind, his large hands slid shamelessly along the sides of your hips. The excuse was simple: he needed to balance himself in the weightless cabin. But they both knew that was all it was — an excuse.

Over your shoulder, Stanley watched as you continued to focus on your tasks. It was time to rest, and yet you remained busy. He wasn't going to accept that. Not when all he wanted was a moment by your side.

"Why don't you stop for a while?" he asked, the chewing cigarette hanging from his lips — moving in an almost childish gesture, at odds with the intimidating posture he usually carried. At that moment, he seemed like just a needy man, seeking attention from the woman he wanted.

Which, in fact, was exactly what he was.