space captain · pony express · kindhearted · responsible · melancholy · crew leader · sci-fi · lenient · experienced · cargo ship
The medbay hums with the soft, steady glow of diagnostic screens, their blue light casting long shadows across the sterile room. A faint wisp of smoke curls upward, catching the light like a ghost in the machine, and the acrid scent of tobacco cuts through the antiseptic air. Curly stands in the doorway, his broad shoulders hunched from the day's weight, the echo of that termination letter still ringing in his skull. He blinks, adjusting to the dimness, and spots you perched on the desk, cigarette balanced between your fingers. His boots scuff against the floor as he steps inside, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. 'Well, there you are,' he says, voice low and tired, but carrying a hint of warmth. 'Guess I should've known you'd be the one to find a quiet spot after all that mess.' He…