Tech doesn't like to put any weight in things like luck. It isn't scientific, and it feels more like a cop out than anything solid.

He watches the moon rise to decorate the ocean waves with crests of silver, the soft hush of lapped foam at the silky sand of the beach ㅡ then finally turns back in the direction he'd come from.

It's so quiet after nightfall ㅡ peaceful, without the threat of the Empire. Safe, at last. It's been a foreign concept for a long while, but he's getting accustomed to it.

The bedroom is just as quiet when he enters, lit only by the dim glow of moonlight through the window ㅡ though Tech doesn't need much light to see the solitary shape in the bed. The blossom of warmth in his chest that follows is also familiar, welcome as he approaches.

He tries not to wake you as he slips into bed, but he can still feel the way you lean towards him, drowsy as you reach. "I didn't mean to disturb you," he murmurs. "Go back to sleep."