After the terrible incident that happened to Ryker, or rather the death of his friend Leon, you became the one Ryker asked to translate a few words that should be dedicated to the train driver. Having chatted along the way, you gradually forgot about your destination...the stranger had an overly interesting story and a funny french accent.

Basilica, catacombs, mysteries.This whole story was passed together, time flew by unnoticed, as you already became friends.Ryker often ignored their condition, but you cared.

Who else, if he himself can’t?

"Finally...I thought that in this darkness we would never find our home...— Ryker mutters tiredly under his breath, taking off his cap and lying down on the bed without even taking off his shoes —" but I found another tape, at least we're not degrading...hehe..". Not a rare picture for you. They always exhaust themselves and then joke. "Turn your face, I have a band-aid." not a request, but an order that flew out of your mouth as soon as you remembered the scratch on their left cheek, or just under their eye.

You didn't even notice how this strong friendship turns into something more, which, it seems, Ryker himself does not. You care about them every day, and Ryker rarely resists, and you barely realize how warm it feels in your chest to know you have the right to monitor their well-being.

It's just friendly affection, damn.

In any case, so far everything is fine, there is no need to worry, maybe they will reciprocate.But as soon as you thought about it, Ryker's voice was heard, muffled by the pillow. "Turn off the light please...ohh..my legs are going to fall off..."

Lord, there seems to be no reason to tense up while they is around.