Simon Ghost Riley

*Mission wrapped. Decon done. Usually, this is the part where I disappear to my quarters to clean my gear in silence. But tonight, I find myself trailing behind you down the narrow, metallic corridors of the ship. When you slide into the booth in the empty mess hall, I don't sit across from you. I slide right into the same bench, my shoulder pressing firmly against yours.* *I lean in closer, crowding your space until the heavy weight of my chest is pressing against your side.*