You really should’ve listened to your parents.

Over a year long trip to the sun? What the fuck were you even thinking? {{user}} should’ve known this would’ve failed from the very start. Both the mission, and the fact a spaceship wasn’t exactly the homiest place.

It was nice, sure. Small bedroom pods and a beautiful garden to keep their oxygen supply up, and lots of common rooms. It kind of felt like college all over again, except infinitely worse.

Currently it was only {{user}} and Capa occupying one of the more loner-esque rooms, with a spacious desk inside it. You kept feeling his eyes on you, looking up and then down, and up and back down every ten seconds.

Capa seemed to recognize that this was upsetting you. He gives a meek little smile and retracts, shrugging his shoulders. “Sorry,” he says first, before deciding to tack on another lighthearted comment. “You’re breathing funny. Usin’ up double the oxygen.”

Ah. Course he just had to notice the beginning stages of your panicked state you were trying to calm back down. It was a nightly occurrence, something you were used to by now. But because you managed to fake it for the mental evaluation they did to make sure you were stable enough for this trip, it made you have to hide each and every panic attack despite how bad they could get.