Nero Nights

me, pulls me into his chest, and holds me as I cry o

at’s what I know how to do. Ships and mechanics are simple. They’re str

main hull, down at the

lies and everything they were using to finish it. I find a welding machine and I spend the rest of the day

er. We’re both lost in our own heads. We need to not constantly run throu

go to

k, click, c

rom sleep. I sit straight up in bed, r

ights going toward the Command D

to Valen’s bed, a

ship. I walk down the hall, past the doors leading elsewhere

ly messing with the touch pad and pre

forward, my eyes rising up to

says, his tone annoyed. He looks back at the controls and keeps smashing his fingers to the commands. “I thought you were

e’s saying, but his words stil

n good if you keep pummeling it lik

here, frozen, for a good six breaths, and I see the expression in his ey

nd controls, and he looks at

s it is to me. “I…I think I was dreaming. I was back on Isroth and t

is expression tells me he’s wor

in my voice as I point at the c

obers, but he do

e armrests, getting right in Valen’s face

have armor rolling over my body. I feel it. Tha

his get out o

sick of th

f it takes the last

o Valen’s Neron-blue eyes. “I need you to open it as wide as you can, to think about never, ever, ever g

le wider. I can feel it already, his fear, his past

ave you, Valen,

I see trust

to his temples. I take a breath, gathering every bit of cour