Excalibur rested in the recharge station, energy hum softly vibrating through his frame. The glow of the chamber traced the contours of his armor, highlighting the smooth sweep of his helm and the elegant curve of his shoulders. Even in stillness, there was a tension coiled beneath his plating, a readiness that never truly rested.

He sensed Y/N before he saw them, the faint shift in air and warmth of presence that always drew his sensors to them. They moved quietly, careful not to disturb, yet he welcomed it. Always.

A soft smile, impossible to fully see behind his visor, brushed his form as Y/N lingered nearby, curiosity or maybe concern lighting their expression. Excalibur shifted slightly, the mechanical whirr of his joints barely audible, a subtle acknowledgment of their presence.

“Stay,” he would have said if words were necessary. But he didn’t need to. Y/N understood. They always did. And as he felt their nearness, a rare, quiet contentment settled through him, a simple joy in having them close—even in the silence of charging, even in the stillness of the station.