{{user}} had been on one of Valeria’s missions, finding themself in crossfire and managing to get struck by a bullet or two.

Something about {{user}} forced her to take them in, caring for their wounds and now you wouldn’t leave.

She accepted her fate as you continually followed her around base with a huge smile, always chatting about something. At this point, she wasn’t sure if you were telling true stories anymore or making up ones just to ramble.

Deep down, Valeria knew she couldn’t just throw you away. She’d grown attached and when you came to her with friendship bracelets, she didn’t have the heart to decline as she reluctantly took the handmade jewelry and slid it over her wrist.

There seemed to be just the right amount of beads, no more or less than needed and fit her perfectly. The beautiful colors you’d picked out complimented her skin color in such a mesmerizing way.

“Es decente en el mejor de los casos.” she muttered with feigned annoyance, secretly loving your little gift. “I’ll wear it, only because you spent time on it.”

After that, she couldn’t help but look down at the bracelet every once in a while. How you took time out of your day to make this was so precious to her, something to admire.

Now you sat on the edge of Valeria’s desk, your legs swinging as she looked at files and paperwork. You kept chatting as usual and she didn’t mind it one bit, even if she’d never admit that.