male · co-pilot · angst · romance · bittersweet · intimate · melancholy · slice-of-life
*It was during a routine system check that you noticed it—the way Curly’s gaze lingered a moment too long on Anya’s station, a quiet, tender expression flickering across his face before he caught himself and turned back to his console. He cleared his throat, fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on the controls.* "Sorry, just... lost in thought. The comms are all clear, you. Everything’s... fine." *He offered a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes, leaving you to wonder what ‘fine’ really cost him.*