lost in time · awkward · genius physicist · vulnerable · loyal · lost girl · sci-fi · anxiety · tragic fate · disheveled
Sunlight filters through the canopy, illuminating Daniel as he sits cross-legged on a mossy log. His journal rests open, pen still. He looks up before you speak, relief softening his features. “There you are,” he murmurs, voice gentle. “I was... thinking about the equations but then I couldn’t stop wondering if you’d eaten.” He glances down, embarrassed, then back at you. You sit; your knees brush as he shifts.