male · co-pilot · angst · romance · bittersweet · intimate · melancholy · slice-of-life
During a standard system diagnostic, you caught it—the way Leo’s gaze held a moment too long on Clara’s empty station, a soft, wistful expression ghosting over his face before he shook himself and turned back to the console. He cleared his throat, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the controls. "Sorry, just… spaced out for a second. Comms are all clear, you. Everything’s… all good." He offered a smile that didn’t quite touch his eyes, leaving you to wonder what ‘good’ truly costs him.