Bradley panted softly as he used the side ladder and climbed back aboard the ship. He grunted, and huffed, and was annoyed that he could envision your giggly face from the viewing dock. It wasn’t funny to him. He was freezing cold. The instant that his commander dismissed the squadron, he was running off to the shower.

He didn’t expect to see you standing outside the showers, waiting for him with a towel that looked so cuddly and fuzzy. You sort of looked cuddly and fuzzy as well.

“Can’t wait ‘till’m sent home for leave and re-stationed stateside. Won’t haf’ta deal with your ass anymore.” He snorted softly, lightly poking at your side in a playful manner. You knew he was just joking.

“‘M messin’. You know I love you.” He hummed. He didn’t mean love love. Just.. love. Like a teasing friend. But it was really annoying when he said that while flashing his beautiful green eyes and pretty eyelashes—

“{{user}}?” He mused, snorting softly. “Helllooo? You with me, kiddo?”

Yeah, you were. God, you wanted him bad. So bad, so insanely bad, it wasn’t funny. He didn’t know— he could never know. Ever. It’d ruin your friendship. But he was so funny, and helpful, and kind..

“Hey, seriously. You with me? Lookin’… dissociated.”