@silentpiilot // CONT. FROM X
He knew he could trust Ryan. They’ve known each other for months now. Months of work related interactions as well as many of personal interactions. When many were quick to make assumptions about him and his rather unusual species, Ryan was one of few people willing to listen. Willing to get to know him. Aster would be lying if their months of frequent talking and “hanging out” as the humans call it haven’t lead him to some rather fluttery feelings in his chest.
Said fluttery feelings only increase as Ryan gives his hand a gentle squeeze. So he noticed. And he doesn’t mind.
“You don’t have to walk me back to my room every time I come to visit you, we’re inside a giant, heavily guarded spaceship. It’s safe,” Aster softly insists. It is more or less safe now that people have gotten used to him but there a few left, a few outliers who would be more than willing to attack him. This paired with having been attacked in the past is enough to raise concerns. “I’m okay. No one has even called me names in a long time. I think the worst of it is behind us.”















