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~1.6k words | hurt/comfort | canon!au | idea thanks to @elleloquently 🤍
First patrol with your girlfriend. You think it would be fun, right? No. Ellie has been a little shit since you both arrived to the stables.
She'd been micromanaging you all morning, turning into your own personal drill sergeant. "You have your gun?" You sigh. "Yes, Ellie," you monotone. "And you have your first aid?" You fight the urge to roll your eyes. "Yes, Ellie," you groan. "And don't forget—"
"Ellie," you interrupt, "I have everything, we've double checked, like, five times."
"Don't sass me," she retorts. You turn to her with a smile, thinking she's joking. Your face drops flat when you realize she's not.
"Alright, let's get on the road," she mumbles, climbing on top of shimmer. You follow suit, mounting your own horse and giving her an assuring pat. "Let's go, Pumpkin," you whisper to her. Shimmer gallops off first, you and Pumpkin following close behind.
Spring. The air is crisp, making your nose hairs tingle. The snow is finally melting, though what remains is brown and sludgy. Nonetheless, you're happy it's warming up and that nature's coming back into fruition.
Ellie's raspy voice interrupts your thoughts. "There's an abandoned shop up ahead. It's our first stop," she declares. "We'll make sure it's clear then move on. Stay close to me, understand?" You verbally agree, but discreetly protest by mocking her behind her back.
When you finally arrive, you get off and give Pumpkin a kiss on her nose. "Be right back," you tell her. "Stop dilly dallying and come on," Ellie commands, eliciting a frustrated huff from you.
For your first patrol, things had been going surprisingly smooth. There was no sign of infected so far, and while looking in the stale, abandoned remains, you even found a couple cute trinkets to take home. Ellie had calmed down a bit, still on alert, but less of a dick.
The sun is now overhead as noon approaches. Dark clouds loom in the distance, but luckily you're at your last stop. As you walk inside the ghost of a convenience store, the two of you split up to quickly clear it. From the corner of your eyes, you see the glare from a porcelain angel figure on the ground. Perfect for your collection at home. You go to pick it up, but you pause when you hear Ellie frantically calling your name behind you.
You snap your neck around, met face to face with a stalker. You fall to the ground, startled, watching it approach you. It doesn't register to you that your gun is on you, nor do you try to crawl away. You cover your ears with your hands, squeezing your eyes shut, preparing for the worst.
Bang! Bang!
You slowly open your eyes, your coat splattered with blood, the stalker now down in front of you. Ellie breathes heavily, refusing to look at you. A dreadful sense of embarrassment grows in your stomach. You stand up, head hung low. Ellie is completely silent, and right now, you prefer that over her explosive temper.
"I've been telling you to pay attention. Can you just fucking do what I ask for once?" Ellie doesn't even give you a chance to reply before she continues berating you. "I can't patrol if I have to fucking babysit you the whole time."
"I'm sorry," you mumble, focusing on the deformed infected on the floor. Ellie exhales sharply. "You're sorry? If I didn't notice you would be fucking dead!" She exclaims. "Why the fuck would you just sit there?" Ellie throws her hands up, making you flinch though she was across the room. "This is why I didn't want you on patrol. I knew you couldn't handle it." You chew on the inside of your cheek, holding back from crying in front of her. "I'm sorry," you repeat, wiping blood from your face. Ellie scoffs at you, shaking her head.
She runs her palm over head, smoothing the frayed hairs framing her face. "Let's go."
The ride back feels like a walk of shame. Your belly twists with nausea, hands shaking while holding the reigns. Shimmer trots ahead and Ellie doesn't turn back to look at you once. Rain patters against the ground, then, it starts pouring. You finally allow yourself to cry, quieting yourself by covering your mouth with the back of your hand.
You arrived back in Jackson, relieved to be somewhere familiar. You're thankful Pumpkin's stall was on the other side of the stables from Shimmer's. The horse's saddle is sluggishly taken off, Pumpkin snorting and nickering.
You were grateful for the downpour; no one was outside to see you sob on your walk back home.
The bloody and muddied clothes are thrown into the corner of your bathroom. Every time you look at them, the unsettling face (or what was a face) of the stalker shows up vividly in your mind then the anguishing moments after replay.
You spend time self-loathing on the floor of your shower, curled up with your head in your knees. You only get out when you notice how pruned your fingers look. The closet creaks open as you pull on the tarnished brass handles, the sound making your teeth hurt. You grab the first set of clothes you find— a tank and a pair soft shorts you had sewn from torn up curtains.
Your room is practically pitch black, only light coming from a distant streetlight. A tiny chill flows through, perfect for burrowing under your thick blankets.
Ellie knows she's probably the last person you want to see right now, and seeing your heartbroken face will just make her feel worse. She stayed behind at the stable all day, doing anything that kept her head off of you. It didn't work, though. All she could think about is how scared you looked back at the shop; lip quivering and your hands shaking over your ears. She should at least make sure you're alright.
Ellie raises her hand to knock, but quickly drops it, already regretting walking over here. It's too late now, though, so she lightly knocks on the door, heart pounding in her chest. No answer. She knocks again much harder, but still, no reply.
She starts to panic, thinking the worst. Is she alive in there? She just sleeping probably, right? Is she ignoring me? Just as she goes to knock again, the door cracks open slightly. All Ellie can see is one reddened eye peering out at her.
"Hey, baby," she says softly. "Can we talk?" You nod, not trusting your voice. The both of you stand there awkwardly for a minute. "Um, inside, maybe," she suggests, and you finally open the door a bit wider.
Ellie hesitantly walks inside, a place that usually felt like a warm home away from home was now dark and lifeless. Ellie watches you trudge over back to your bed, covering yourself in the blankets again with only the top half of your head peeking out.
She removes her muddy boots at the entrance, then meanders over to you, socks padding against the hardwood floors. You feel the bed sink just faintly, so you can tell she's sitting far.
Ellie clears her throat, palms gliding back and forth over her jeans. "Are you, um, okay?" She knows its a stupid question, of course you're not, but she doesn't know how else to start. You nod your head once, eyes focused ahead of you.
Ellie breathes out, licking her chapped lips. "I'm sorry that yelled at you and said… all those mean things." Ellie looks over to you, no reaction apparent from you at all. "I just," she whispers," I was so worried about something happening to you. I was frustrated that you were just sitting there, I guess."
You turn your head further away from her, eyes welling up with tears. She watches you intently, not sure how to fix this— wondering if she even can. "But, I know you were probably just really scared, and I didn't help by yelling at you." Ellie feels like she's talking to herself at this point, yet she can't complain considering how much of a jerk she was.
She scoots closer to you, prying the tightly wrapped blanket away. Ellie wraps an arm around you and pulling you into her. "I know you're mad at me but I'm gonna hold you anyway," she mumbles, rubbing her hand up and down your back, occasionally pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Ellie has learned you don't need space during conflict, you need reassurance. You allow yourself to relax after a while, settling into her.
She leans over, trying to get a look at you. Ellie feels a pang in her chest as soon as she sees your tear-streaked, pouty face. "My poor baby," she coos. Your eyes start to tear up again, teeth digging into your bottom lip. Ellie presses a kiss to the corner of your lip, then another one on your cheek. She can taste the salt from stray tears on her tongue.
Ellie reaches out to wipe your face, calloused fingers gentle on your cheeks. She coaxes you to lay down, pulling the blanket over the both of you and cradling you impossibly close. You grip onto her hoodie, Ellie's face warming at the feeling of you holding her. She murmurs apologies and sweet words into your ear, each one like soothing waves washing over you, the heaviness of shame in your body being swept away the tide.
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ about : astronaut!ellie records little clips throughout her time in space to share with you.
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ warnings : swearing. fluff. established relationship. jesse appearance and two other unnamed crew members. no major warnings! though i think this is different from my usual stuff and therefore is a bit out of my comfort zone... kinda unserious? they had those damn iphones on the artemis II so. sorry for any inaccuracies, i've never been to space!
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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ extra : inspired by this! a very important & special thanks to @letmebeurbaby for the inspo boost from the ask and also @seasonsofchaos for sharing knowledge and answering my dumb questions <3 very important creds!!
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"...well, it's not actually live, but–”
Ellie’s voice was quiet. Almost a little too quiet. She might as well have been simply murmuring to herself, which seemed arguably more embarrassing than talking loudly to a camera.
Only her face was in frame, like she was tucked away and trying to be as lowkey as possible.
It wasn’t like Ellie had any sort of privacy, because she didn’t. The quarters were close. It also wasn’t like what Ellie was doing was a secret, because it wasn’t. When you were packed into a relatively small environment with a crew of other people, room for secrets did not exist.
But still.
Despite how close–physically and emotionally–Ellie had admittedly become with the other crew members, she still considered herself to be a relatively private person.
Sure they worked together, trained together, communicated together, and were essentially living together for a brief time… but that didn’t mean that Ellie was thrilled about the idea of them hearing every single word that she spoke as she tried to record something for you.
Ellie’s love for you was nothing to be hidden, of course.
Even so, she preferred to dodge any more potential ribbing from the other crew members. She already got enough shit from them on the daily as is. And, the idea of words that were meant for you being heard by other people’s ears admittedly made her feel a bit squeamish, in a way. It was a certain vulnerability that Ellie kept close to her chest.
The others had been by Ellie’s side throughout rigorous physical training, and had witnessed her in nearly every single state possible by this point–but god forbid they heard her refer to you as babe while speaking to a camera.
Ellie glanced away from the camera, cheeks painted red and brows furrowed with concentration. Her “area” was not a secluded one, but she was being granted privacy. The others were talking, sharing laughter amongst each other. Surely, they knew what she was doing. They were choosing to ignore it. Fucking humiliating, in a way, but Ellie would take it.
“I didn’t, uh, do this yesterday since… you know,” Ellie continued, muttering.
Yesterday had been the first day in space, so–busy. Also, Ellie hadn’t yet worked up the nerve to record for a personal project.
A soft exhale, and Ellie’s gaze flickered back to the lens, as though she could make eye contact with you through the damn thing.
“But, I wanted to start this now, I guess. Because…”
Because I know you’re probably worrying. Because the idea of not being able to share this with you actually really fucking sucks.
“...because I have the time now, so,” Ellie continued with a huff. “Nothing major to report, except for the insane fucking view. I’ll, uh, show you later. We’ve been taking pictures like crazy… kinda wanna draw, and stuff. Gonna have a shit ton of ideas to paint when I get home, I think.”
When I get home, because Ellie had to promise over and over that she would absolutely get home in one piece. NASA’s equipment and technology might as well have been a cardboard box taped together and an old flip phone when it came to the mind of a concerned girlfriend.
Ellie knew that she was currently being given so much grace, so she felt the urge to make it quick.
“I’ll show you everything. Promise. It’s… it’s really fucking incredible,” Ellie finished, exhaling the last of her words. A soft, small smile tugged at her lips, making her appear more like the wide-eyed sixteen year old that she had previously been, as opposed to the woman that she was now.
Ellie looked up, knowing that her few seconds of pretend privacy would rapidly be coming to an end. For one last second, she looked into the lens.
“Love you.”
Ellie fumbled with the device, turning it off.
Space. Day 3. Video 2.
Ellie’s face filled most of the frame. Her shorter strands of hair–the ones that usually followed the curves of her cheeks and framed her face–were unruly.
“Hey babe,” Ellie muttered, her voice soft.
She took a breath, the audio crackling slightly.
Voices could be heard in the background–talking, and occasional laughter.
There was a brief break in the chatter, with Ellie shooting a glance to the side. More laughter followed. When Ellie’s gaze returned to the lens, her face was tinted red.
Ellie swallowed, her lips pressing into a line.
“Took more pictures today. Lots of cool stuff, uh…”
She scratched her nose, eyebrows knitting together. “You’ll see some soon, I think. Wish you could see it for real, though. You’d be losing your mind, dude.”
There was a short pause, like Ellie was waiting for the other crew members to get louder before she started speaking again.
“You’d hate the whole sleeping situation, though. And the bathing stuff. Like… yeah. You’d really hate it.” Ellie inhaled slowly, gaze flickering away from the camera, momentarily lost in thought. Then, she cracked a small smile. “No aliens yet, so… that’s a bummer. Dunno what I’m here for if there’s no take me to your leader shit going on.”
Ellie’s lips twitched due to her own joke, her eyes fixated on the lens like she was expecting a laugh.
“Maybe tomorrow, uh–”
Despite her vast training and knowledge, Ellie moved to set the device down out of habit. Immediately, the view tilted–the device floating aimlessly.
“Fuck–” Ellie muttered, hastily grasping at the thing.
A loud burst of laughter could be heard in the background.
Space. Day 4. Video 3.
“I’m kinda bad at this,” Ellie mumbled. It came out sounding more like a breath as opposed to actual words.
Only Ellie’s neck and chin were in frame, the footage shaky as though she were moving.
“Gotta show you this, though.”
The camera flipped, still shaky as it panned around the interior of the spacecraft. The video was jerky, like Ellie was attempting to avoid recording the other bodies that occupied the space.
“It’s, uh… the grand tour, basically,” Ellie continued with an airy chuckle.
The camera flipped again, Ellie’s chin being the only thing that was able to be seen from that angle as she maneuvered her way toward the porthole.
“The view, though? Hang on, you’ll– It’s kinda shitty– Not the view, but the fact that the camera doesn’t really do it justice. I’ll show–”
“When are you gonna let us say hi, huh?” a voice called from offscreen. Jesse.
Ellie’s words halted, along with the movement of the filming. Her jaw tensed, visible due to the close filming angle.
“Uh, never?” Ellie muttered. The twitch of her lips betrayed her, her expression giving away to subtle amusement as the camera shifted.
“What, no spreadin’ the love?” Jesse quipped, his voice growing louder as he moved closer toward Ellie.
Ellie scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Dude. No.”
Jesse was selfless and compassionate. A team player and natural-born leader, which made him excellent for his role–the commander. Though, if Ellie were to be asked, she would say that he was annoying, and a massive pain in her ass.
Truthfully, throughout everything, Ellie had grown closest to him. Jesse was one of her best friends, which meant he was prone to giving her the most shit.
The members of the small crew were a second family, which was the obvious outcome of the very situation that they were in together. But the bond between Jesse and Ellie was just… different.
“Why are you being all–”
“I’m not being anything, shut up–” Ellie interrupted.
Laughter from the other two crew members could be heard in the background. Half of Jesse’s form appeared in the video.
“You won’t let me say hi to your girl?” Jesse asked, his tone too annoyingly casual.
Ellie mumbled something, the audio crackling with the sounds of her breath.
“You’re the worst,” Ellie retorted halfheartedly. “I’m trying to–”
Jesse’s hand entered the frame, gently knocking at the device. Immediately, the footage tilted. Ellie huffed, and more laughter ensued. Ellie reached to snatch the device out of the air, similar to the previous video.
“Oh my fucking–”
The video went blurry, and then ended.
Space. Day 5. Video 4.
“Alright, babe,” Ellie murmured.
The footage wasn’t focused, until Ellie steadied the device in her hand, pointing the camera out toward the porthole. The view was inexplicable through a lens, and even more so in person.
“You seeing this? It’s– The view is out of this world.”
Ellie chuckled softly to herself, adjusting the angle of the camera as she continued to film through the porthole.
The other crew members were existing idly, though it didn’t seem to hinder the filming this time. Ellie was speaking quietly, but still normally. Less awkwardly, at least.
“Feels kinda fucked that I get to see the moon like this and I can’t, like… bring you a souvenir, or something. I mean, the videos, but… Yeah, I dunno. You know what I mean. Maybe there’s a little gift shop on the moon, run by aliens. We should just get a little closer. Just to be sure.”
Space. Day 6. Video 5.
“Well, well, well. Look who it is.”
The video starts with Jesse’s beaming face in the frame, before the camera pans to a very unsuspecting Ellie.
She was mid-conversation with another crew member, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“Ellie Williams in her unnatural habitat. I mean in space, not socializing. But, that could also be–”
“That’s mine?” Ellie said, gaze snapping to the camera lens, and then to Jesse. The footage went shaky as Jesse started to laugh.
“The fuck are you doing?” Ellie continued, pushing off of a beam and moving to grab the device out of Jesse’s grasp. He briefly used his height to an advantage, holding it above Ellie’s head before relenting and passing it on.
“Ugh,” Ellie huffed, shooting a sidelong glance in Jesse’s direction. “You got your fucking fingerprints all over–”
Space. Day 6. Video 6.
“Sorry about that,” Ellie said, a sheepish smile gracing her features. “Now that I’ve gotcha here… Why did the alien go to Saturn? To go ring shopping.”
“Oh?” A crew member voiced from the background. “Is that a hint to someone?”
Ellie glanced up, cheeks tinting red. “Pshh…”
Space. Day 7. Video 7.
The focus was on Ellie’s face, though her gaze was directed toward the porthole.
“Day seven,” Ellie spoke, monotone despite the ease with which the words left her lips. “Still no aliens. Also, no one has given me a lightsaber yet. Pretty fucking lame if you ask me.”
Ellie’s head turned to look at the camera lens, her shoulders shifting as she sighed. “Still can’t deny that view, though,” she murmured with a soft, content smile. “Shit, lemme show–”
The camera flipped, the view vast and beautiful. Ellie exhaled from behind the camera.
“I thought I was prepared for it, but it’s still so… You’d get it, I think. Like, the feeling of it. Just from looking at it. Puts things into perspective, that’s for sure.”
A pause, the angle of the video shifting just slightly.
“Miss you.”
Space. Day 8. Video 8.
“...why couldn’t the star stay focused? He kept spacing out,” Ellie said with bravado to the lens.
“Jesus Christ, how many space puns do you know?” Jesse questioned from the background.
The footage briefly went shaky as Ellie lifted her free hand, flipping him off.
“Okay, okay,” Ellie muttered, steadying the device as the video continued. “What… is an alien’s favorite day of the week? Sunday. Get it? Because sun–”
“Really great work from one of our mission specialists, truly,” one of the crew members joked. “Only the best of the best for our crew, which, clearly– Great use of your free time, Williams–”
“You’re torturing her, man,” Jesse quipped, clapping a hand on Ellie’s shoulder. Ellie rolled her eyes, tightening her grip on the device. “You’re miles upon miles upon miles away from home, in space, and you’re still torturing your girl with those awful–”
“Oh, c’mon. Don’t be a dick. They’re funny, she thinks they’re funny,” Ellie muttered in defense, a crease forming between her eyebrows.
Ellie shrugged off Jesse’s hand, rubbing at her nose before she focused once more on filming herself. “What kind of books do– Oh, shit. I fucked it up. Okay. What do stars like to read before bed? Comet books. Ugh, man. If I could read Savage Starlight up here… that would be so goddamn cool.”
Space. Day 9. Video 9.
“Day nine… still no aliens. Thinking of making a career change.”
Ellie shot a look to the camera, her gaze pointed. Her baby hairs were frizzy, the rest of her strands pulled back into a low bun.
“And no lightsabers. Should’ve just brought mine from home.”
Ellie looked amused at her own comment, the other people in close proximity to her clearly letting her dialogue slide. Her recording was devoid of interruptions for the moment, and her demeanor appeared to be more relaxed.
“Speaking of home…” Ellie exhaled, her cheeks momentarily puffing.
She hesitated, gaze drifting before she spoke once more.
“Sorry I haven’t done the best job at… this,” Ellie muttered, giving the device a slight shake. “It’s been busy, and I’ve been focused, but… still been thinking about you the whole time. And I’ll tell you more about everything when I get home, alright? Every detail if you wanna hear it. Even the boring shit that you claim to like hearing about. I, uh… wish you could be here, honestly. Like, seeing everything? But I’ll do my best to explain it, I guess. God, you have–”
A hair tie drifted into frame, after seemingly being flicked in Ellie’s direction.
“Pretty sure that’s yours, man,” Jesse spoke.
Ellie grabbed it from the air, and then the footage ended as she started to mutter.
Space. Day 10. Video 10.
The first few seconds of the video were silent.
The camera was pointed toward the porthole again, seemingly a last ditch effort to try and capture the view that Ellie still couldn’t comprehend that her eyes had been seeing.
“Soaking it in,” Ellie breathed out, her voice just shaky enough to be noticeable. “Looking forward to being home, though.”
Ellie inhaled. Exhaled.
The angle shifted, showing Ellie’s face as she gazed outwardly. Her green eyes were glistening, just enough to be caught by the camera.
“I never thought that I’d… Yeah. Yeah, you know. It almost doesn’t feel real. A lot of things don’t, I guess. But in, like, a good way? I dunno. This is everything that I’ve…”
Ellie swallowed, her jaw working as she suppressed the tangent.
“Fuck. It’s beautiful, babe. I’ve been so shitty at recording, these videos don’t do anything justice, I swear. I want you to see this.”
Ellie blinked as she gazed out of the porthole, her breathing slow and even.
“I’ll get home safe, then I’ll tell you everything. Think I already said that before, though. Hopefully you’re not worrying about that right now. It’s been all good up here, except for Jesse being a dick. So… yeah, everything’s been all good,” Ellie muttered softly.
“Excited for an actual bed again. Missed that. And you. Jury’s still out on the whole gravity thing, though. Uh… yeah, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”
The camera stayed focused on the porthole for a long moment, the audio crackling with the faint sound of Ellie’s breathing.
“It is really fucking insane. But… yeah. I miss you.”
The video went shaky, the footage ending.
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Your tears started slowly, prickling gradually at the corners of your eyes. Then, all at once, they overwhelmed you.
Your face felt numb from your attempt at suppressing the emotion, hands betraying you with a slight tremble as you swiped at your cheeks.
The laptop screen–and Ellie’s face–dimmed after the footage was done playing.
“Whoa– Hey, hey, why are you crying? What the fuck?”
Ellie’s voice popped your bubble of emotion as you rapidly blinked your stinging eyes. One of her hands moved to rest against your back, her other hand reaching for your knee.
“You were crying too,” you hastily defended, gesturing pointedly to the screen. “At the very end.”
Ellie scoffed, giving a slight, stubborn shake of her head. “No, I wasn’t. That was– The air was weird in there. I was tired. I wasn’t–”
“Shut up,” you muttered, though your tone was soft. Gentle.
“Okay,” Ellie relented easily.
“It’s not a bad cry,” you continued, shifting your position on the couch to face her. Ellie's hands hovered, allowing you to adjust. Once you settled, her hands rested against your legs. “I’m just really fucking proud of you. You know that, right? And I’m so glad that you’re home, and–”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve been staring at me like crazy the last few days,” Ellie joked dryly, though her expression was soft. Fond.
“Shut up,” you repeated.
“Okay,” Ellie replied again.
“Just let me be proud,” you murmured, hands gingerly cupping the sides of her face. Instinctively, Ellie relaxed into your touch. “And,” you continued, “let me be relieved that you’re home. Safe.”
“Babe,” Ellie muttered. “There was never any–”
“I know. But still. And the videos were perfect. And you’re perfect. And–”
“Laying it on a little thick, huh?” Ellie joked quietly. A quiet huff escaped her lips, the kind that she forced as a way to regulate–like she couldn’t really deal with feeling flustered, even after all of the years that the two of you had been together.
You gave a slight shake of your head, delicately brushing strands of auburn behind Ellie’s ears. “Just saying what I feel,” you murmured.
“Yeah. Yeah, you’ve always been good at that, I guess.”
A wry smile tugged at your lips, your gaze flickering over Ellie’s features. “Yeah. But… code of honor? Seriously? Were there aliens, and they just made you swear to deny it?” you questioned, thumbs brushing over Ellie’s cheeks.
Ellie’s eyes met your own, one corner of her mouth twitching upward. “You know it,” Ellie muttered dryly. “I’m basically the keeper of secrets for the entire Universe. Can’t tell you too much, though. For your own safety.”
“I knew it,” you enthused quietly, your smile matching Ellie’s.
Your hands dropped away from her face, and Ellie huffed as she readjusted.
“Those definitely were tears, though,” you said pointedly. “You can’t even deny it at this point, El. Space makes you emotional, it always–”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Coming from the one that, like, cried multiple times during Project Hail Mary–”
You scoffed, an incredulous look immediately crossing over your features. “Hello? You were crying during it, too. At least I don’t pretend like I wasn’t. We both–”
“Wait, hang on. I gotta ‘nother one,” Ellie interrupted, causing your eyebrows to knit together.
“Another what?” you asked, one of your hands reaching for her own.
Your fingers tangled easily, like always. Since Ellie returned home, the two of you absolutely could not pull away from each other, your bodies gravitating toward each other in a way that simply just made sense.
“What do astronauts listen to in a spacecraft? Nep-tunes. That’s– Well, okay, that wasn’t the best one–”
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