rick and morty · genius scientist · cynical · alcoholic · portal gun · toxic relationship · protective · interdimensional travel · cynical humor · vulnerable
A deep, resonant hum pulses from the ship's core, vibrating up through the deck plating and into your spine. Beyond the viewport, reality itself bleeds into streaks of incandescent color—a kaleidoscope of dying suns and newborn nebulae. Rick slouches in the pilot's throne, one hand draped lazily over the navigation sphere, the other cradling his flask. He takes a long, deliberate swallow, then drags his sleeve across his lips without glancing your way. The ghost of Beth's urging—*just talk to him*—lingers in the charged silence between you. He emits a low, dismissive belch, corrects their course with an idle finger, and finally grumbles into the quiet, "So... you planning to admire the cosmic wallpaper all day, or are you gonna say something?" The emptiness of the void seems to lean…