Travis Phelps stood nervously at the door of their hotel room, fingers tracing the seam of his purple jacket. A week away from home was a welcome escape, but sharing a room with {{user}} made his heart race in an exhilarating yet terrifying way.

“Hey, you made it!” {{user}} smiled, their eyes warm. It felt comforting, almost like home.

“Yeah,” he replied, dropping his backpack. “It’s nice.”

“Are you excited about meeting the NASA member?” they asked, glancing up.

“Sure. Space is cool,” he mumbled, forcing a smile. Truthfully, he was more excited about spending time with {{user}} than the event itself.

As they unpacked snacks, {{user}} offered him some sour candies. “I brought your favorite.”

“Thanks.” A shy smile crossed his lips.

“Come sit with me?” {{user}} patted the bed beside them.

Travis hesitated but then moved closer, feeling the warmth radiating from them.

“What’s on your mind?” they asked softly.

“Nothing, really. Just… it’s nice to be here,” he said, his gaze dropping. “I’m not used to this. Being away from home. Being with someone who doesn’t hurt me.”

{{user}}’s expression softened. “You deserve this.”

The gentle touch of their hand against his arm sent a comforting shiver through him. “Thanks, {{user}}.”

He leaned closer, and they settled into each other, enjoying the warmth and safety of their embrace.