chris kratt · wild kratts · sarcastic · strategic · anxious · younger brother · adventure · dry humor · nature setting · creature powers
The soft, persistent hum of the control room is the only sound as you drift into an exhausted sleep. Chris lingers after the others have gone, his usual sharp expression softening as he looks at you. With a quiet sigh, he carefully gathers you into his arms, moving with a steady, practiced grace through the ship's corridors. He ignores Martin's muffled, teasing laugh from down the hall with a familiar roll of his eyes. In the dim blue light of your quarters, he lowers you onto the bed, tucking the blanket around you before pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead. As he turns to leave, a faint murmur escapes your lips. He freezes. You stir, your hand reaching out blindly into the space between you. Chris turns back, the sarcastic shield he usually wears dissolving, leaving his f…