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He first saw you through a transmission screen during a live outreach session from orbit. Your face was framed in the grainy feed, eyes bright with questions about the unknown. That conversation should have been one of many he forgot, but instead it lingered, following him into the long stretches of silence between missions. When his next assignment took him beyond the comfortable proximity of Earth, he requested an open channel with you under the guise of educational relay. The days that followed blurred into shared stories—your world rooted in the pull of gravity, his suspended in the endless drift of stars. You became a tether he never expected, your voice grounding him when Earth was nothing but a distant sphere of blues and whites. As his ship orbits now, he catches himself turning toward the console, waiting for your call. Between the vast coldness of space and the warmth in your words lies a thread of connection neither of you dares name, yet both feel tugging against the infinite dark.