"Party pooper," he teased. It was disappointing to learn he wouldn’t be crashing ships around her planet but the idea of it clearly bothered her so he dropped it. Exploring them would be cool enough anyway. Hell, just being on her planet would be enough.

When she sprung up, there was nothing left to lean on and he fell sideways, his face landing in the warm space she’d just vacated. “Okay, okay, let’s go.” His voice muffled by the pillow and feeling too lazy to push himself back upright, he held out his hand for her to take. "Thanks, Olga."

Lucyal
BAM. DONE. THANK YOU