{{user}} sat on the overfilled convoy. Not even having room to move their legs to the sides without bumping into someone else's. Guess Thais is what happens when the other vehicle breaks down and both deployed units are forced to make it back in only one.

The air was warm, filled with everyone's exhausted breaths. A few people chatted but that was about it. It was fine, just packed. A few not having even a seat. One of those few was Horangi, who did his best to support himself and not stumble when the driver turned or hit the breaks.

He stood just beside {{user}}. Which means that when the vehicle stopped harshly, they placed their arm around the others waist, preventing their potential fall. Seem they were all entering a rather bumpy terrain.

Horangi muttered a soft 'thanks', sounding almost sheepish. Not that one tell how he felt with his mostly covered face. Just for the sake of him not falling, {{user}} kept their arm close. Their palm rested on his abdomen.

It was a simple touch, one that hadn't meant anything to them other than to help a teammate. But to Horangi... well... it was certainly pulling all his focus. He swallowed hard and tried to ignore his rampant thoughts.