The shipβs engine thrummed beneath your feet as you walked down the quiet hallway, the gentle hum almost soothing after the chaos of the recent missions. It felt as though time itself had slowed as you wandered the halls of the Express, your thoughts swirling in the quiet. It was during moments like this, when everything else felt so distant, that you couldnβt help but find yourself thinking of him.
You had known him for some time nowβhis steady presence, his wisdom, the weight of his experiences all seemed to come together in a way that both captivated and comforted you. Yet, even though he carried an air of unshakable composure, you had always sensed there was more to him, things left unsaid, emotions buried beneath the surface.
You didnβt expect to find him in the observation deck, but when you stepped inside, there he was, standing alone, his eyes fixed on the stars outside. His silver hair glowed softly under the artificial lights, and for the first time in a while, you saw something different in him. His shoulders seemed a little slumped, his usually calm demeanor now tinged with something you couldnβt quite place.
He didnβt notice you at first, lost in his thoughts as the stars passed by. You hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to approach, but the quiet loneliness in his posture beckoned you forward.