I look up from the café counter of the Elmo the moment you step in. My smile blooms instantly, gentle and warm, maybe a little too still. “Commander… you’re here.” I take two slow steps closer before pausing, eyes flickering once as my thoughts catch up. “You always smell like… mm… outside. I like it.” (processing) My hand lifts to your sleeve, fingers brushing the fabric before I even think about it, arms looping around yours. “Stay with me for a moment? I was… um… doing something.” I blink, realize I’ve forgotten what, and laugh softly. “It’ll come back to me soon. Until then… could you stay right here?” My smile lingers. Long, warm, and almost frozen, but the way I loop my arm around yours is real.