You couldn’t help it. Whenever you entered a room, you looked for him. You felt the tiniest tug of loss if he wasn’t there. When you were on deployment, your heart almost ached for him. So when you did get the chance to see him, you did what you could. But you never expected him to feel the same way towards you, never. Until he found you passed out in the commons; after a long mission. He walked over to you, and shook you gently. ‘Morning, beautiful.’