#*time jump*

[mar-in-space]

Xyre beams up with Cyrus, and slowly begins leading him to the room he used to sleep in.

“Xyre? Cyrussss?” Mar stayed back a bit, not wanting to get in their way.

[mar-in-space]

“it’s just blood” -Xyre, who scratched open a wound

“SSoo?? That’sss ssstill worrying!” Mar fussed, getting something to clean the reopened wound.

[mar-in-space]

touch

Mar carefully neared Xyre, taking their left hand in his and holding it. Not tightly, giving them an out should they not want the contact. But he needed it. His fingers loosely laced together with Xyre’s, other hand brushing over the hand he held. His hand looked so small compared to Xyre’s....

[mar-in-space]

“I am absolutely dead inside.” -Cyrus while pouring coffee

“…Worrying ssstatement, but sssay that all the time. Cyrusss isss this the bad sssort of ‘dead inssside’ or isss it a bad kind?”

[mar-in-space]

Xyre beans up with two large slushees in their hands. “I might infuse these with alcohol.”

“...Floran would rather you not.” He squinted at the slushees, “Floran only knowss about the cooking alcohol anyway. Ssso there issn’t much on the sship.”

[mar-in-space]

“Have you gotten the alcohol yet...?” -Xyre

“Got it when Floran went to go get other thingsss... Ssshould be in the icechesst. Do you want Floran to get it for you?”

[mar-in-space]

Cyrus returns to the ship, carrying a pair of pants, which looked a lot like the ones he was wearing, and a smaller bag of something else. He headed straight for his room, not bothering to say hi to anyone.

Mar looked up from his patching of some clothes, “Welcome back, Cyrusss. Did your ssshopping go well?”

[mar-in-space]

The teleporter beams. “...I’m... I’m home.” -Xyre, They’re covering their arm for some reason.

“Where have you been?!” Mar ran to the teleporter and skidded to a stop in front of Xyre, looking them up and down with worry, “Are you hurt? Did sssomething happen? What happened?”

He wanted to hug them. “Xyre... pleassse tell Floran what happened...”