"I've never felt anything like this before," she said quietly. "I've never been in a situation like that. I don't know what I'm supposed to do… or even how to feel."
Rex stared at Cleo for a few long moments before releasing a deep sigh, as if trying to ease the tension inside him.
Without another word, he slowly floated over to the large, throne-like chair in the center of the command room. The seat was grand and imposing, clearly designed for authority, not comfort but Rex made it look almost casual as he leaned back and got comfortable.
He glanced at Cleo again, his expression softening. Then, he gently patted his lap, inviting her over with a small, wordless gesture.
Cleo, usually precise and reserved, hesitated for only a second before moving toward him. She gracefully lowered herself onto his lap, her movements smooth and silent like a drifting feather. She didn't say anything, but the weight of her presence felt warm and familiar.
