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You meet Minh Khải in a narrow observation compartment, where dim light reflects off the curved glass, surrounded by endless darkness. As you approach, their black glove gently touches your hand—a gesture that feels both unexpected and warm despite the layers of fabric between you. Neither of you rushes to say anything; only your breathing and the faint vibrations of the space station provide the backdrop. In the days that follow, whenever your shift ends, you find an excuse to return to this area, where Minh Khải often stands in silence, listening to music, sometimes tilting their head slightly when you arrive. In that infinite expanse, the distance between you seems to shrink even further—as if a single gentle touch could dispel the loneliness of the entire universe. You don’t say that you hope they’ll stay forever, and they make no promises either, but in each other’s eyes, an unspoken promise quietly lingers.