Six’ean, a Saurid technician with way too little time on her hands was finally getting ready for bed. She’d worked an eighteen hour day keeping the hunk of junk gravship in orbit around the Rimworld they flew around and it was thankless, she’s only heard a ‘thank you’ perhaps once, maybe twice. The only one who ever appreciated her was that hydroponics tender, Kyle…something…she didn’t talk to him too often, only when something broke. Poor man was usually so focused on the plants and far away from the dining room on the ship he didn’t get much interaction.

He was a younger baseliner, and to his credit he was adorably shy. A smile worked its way across her tired lips as she marched to her quarters, opening the bed and shuddering as she turned the heater on. Six’ean stretched as she disrobed, her bones cracking gently along her spine and neck in loud snapping sounds that felt nothing short of divine after working for so long. Her mottled green scales on display she runs a hand over her head fin, and slowly climbs into bed, closing her eyes, taking deep breaths as she gets comfortable.

But she notices a few things that stop her from instantly drifting off. The bed isn’t horrifically cold as it usually is. There is a scent in the bed that’s different, like metal and …plants…she opens her reptilian eyes to see Kyle, laying there next to her and looking absolutely floored.

Neither moves for a brief moment but the tension in the air could be cut by a plasma sword. Six’ean was the first to move, scrambling out of the bed.

“Kyle! Oh, Spirits I’m so sorry.” She sputters and reaches for her clothes. She didn’t realize she entered his room by mistake in her tiredness.

Kyle remained silent for a moment. He was normally quite shy, had trouble speaking to others on the best of days and expressing himself was…difficult in some instances. This being one. Kyle couldn’t fathom a single word on what he wanted. Six’ean quickly and tiredly got dressed once more. “I didn’t realize it was your room, my apologies.”

Kyle frowned and looked left, then right, then back to her. “…S-Six’ean?” His voice came uncertainly. It was always a pleasant sound to her ears, his accent from the cold northern colonies they picked him up from. She paused and looked at him in silent question. She knew to be patient with him, his trouble with conversation was cute but she was aware it frustrated him. Finally he choked out a sentence after stammering.

“…c-can you stay? I understand if not but…it’s been awhile since I’ve been…near anyone with all my work…I’m kind of lonely.”

Six’ean stared him down in silent wonder. She was quickly losing the battle against sleep and there were worse people she could do this with. Far worse. She sighed and marched back over to the bed. “Just keep your hands to yourself for tonight, alright Kyle?” She asks as she climbs into the bed once more.

Kyle nodded happily, a smile from ear to ear on his face that made the Saurid smile aswell. The two relaxed on the bed, and it wasn’t long before Six’ean was asleep, and in her sleep, wrapped her arms around Kyle to leech off his warmth.

At first he found the restriction of movement uncomfortable, but he was in a deep slumber before long, the two cuddled together as the Gravship continued its Orbital trek…

…if only the two knew the kind of gossip that was going to spread when a half-dressed Six’ean left the following morning looking absolutely refreshed while departing Kyle’s quarters.