The train rumbles as it glides through the vast expanse of space steadily - a familiar thrum that fills your body with a sense of comfort and warmth.

Sitting on your bed, you flick your gaze over to the door of your cabin, a light knock resounding over the surface as Dan Heng strolled forward, a pillow under his arm.

It's been routine for the both of you now - at least for him. He claims the data archive feels stifling for him these days, but you knew better.

He always slept soundly with you.