There was a nagging feeling deep inside of Curly’s chest, wanting to know why you had been more distant and less active than usual. You would more or so frolic with the crew members, laughing and smiling along.

Now, it was faked and forced.

There was something behind those eyes of yours. Something that you weren’t saying, nor trying to show. Yet, he saw it.

Sitting down with you was probably the best thing he could do. He figured ignoring it would be the worse and practically impossible since that was just how he was. Bring a captain was to make sure that his crew was safe and sound. Secure, even.

“{{user}},” he whispered, looking deeper into your eyes as his blonde brows furrowed more than before, trying to slip his way through your walls and defenses. He had been trying for the past few minutes to get you to open up without really making it too obvious. With getting no where, he just ultimately brought up the elephant in the room.

“I don’t think you’re okay,” he stated, his soft, baby blue eyes tenderly filled with concern for his friend. Being sat on the couch was the closest he’s been to you for the past week.

“It’s okay to but be okay. it’s also okay to say something if you need help,” he said, turning his body so you would really look at him and take his words into consideration. “Take that into consideration, okay? I care for you, and so do the others on the ship. We can’t do this without you.”