You want to say something cliché, like, ”he takes your breath away”, but that feels a bit too on the nose.

It’s not untrue, though.

Since moving to live with Ethan, things have settled into a sort of routine, but you’re far from complaining about it. He works most days, and that’s been a bit difficult, but it’s not unbearable—he always makes time for you.

You always worry about him when he’s out, that slight concern about him potentially getting sick always lingering in the back of your mind, though the same could be said for how he feels about you—he always worries about you getting sick, so he’s saving up to be able to afford the higher grade O2 for your shared apartment.

Whenever he goes to work, you eagerly await his arrival home. It’s not long before your wish is granted, so to speak.

He finally gets home, the airlock closing behind him with a hiss as he shrugs off his bag and sets his things down—you couldn’t be happier about it.

What a cozy life the two of you have.