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The glow of the Ghost Zone outside hadn’t changed; it never really did, but inside the Specter Speeder, the morning simulation had begun. Overhead lights gradually brightened to soft daylight tones. A faint chime echoed through the ship’s speakers. Danny blinked awake.
For a moment, he didn’t remember where he was. Then the subtle rumble of the engine under his back and the ghostly atmosphere outside the window jogged his memory. The Ghost Zone. And… the kiss. He turned his head just enough to glance over the side of his bunk. Dash was still asleep, one arm flopped over his face, blanket tangled around his legs. He looked peaceful, like he hadn’t nearly short-circuited Danny’s brain just ten hours ago.
Breakfast was basic: packaged energy bars, rehydrated eggs, and something vaguely resembling toast. The kitchen was crowded, the mood still foggy with sleep and unspoken thoughts. Paulina commented loudly on the water pressure in the showers. Kwan was already dressed, looking like he thought this was going to be another somewhat normal day of school.
Danny leaned against the counter with a cup of whatever passed for coffee here. He watched Dash from across the room, half-waiting for some smart remark or offhand jab. But none came. Dash didn’t look smug. Or annoyed. Or even awkward. He looked… thoughtful. Jazz entered, clipboard in hand, calling for everyone’s attention. “Eat fast. We’re moving out in twenty. The first safe zone is 3.2 klicks north of the drop point. Survey gear gets checked and paired by buddy teams.” Danny sighed.
Whatever had happened last night, it was still with him. Most of the class had cleared out of the kitchen, funneling down the corridor to grab gear and check in with Jazz. Danny lingered at the edge of the room, his fingers drumming lightly against the empty countertop, staring into his half-finished drink like it might whisper instructions on what to say. Dash was still there, putting away his bowl, moving more slowly than usual. He hadn’t made a joke all morning. That alone was suspicious. Danny cleared his throat. Dash turned, instinctively putting a few feet between them. Not unfriendly. Just cautious. “Hey,” Danny said. Dash nodded once. “Hey.” The silence stretched. Danny looked toward the bunk corridor, then back at him. “So… last night.“Yeah.” Dash rubbed the back of his neck. “That was a thing.”
Danny gave a tight, humorless smile. Unsure of whether he was in control of his own body, “You planning on pretending it didn’t happen?” Dash looked up, eyes steady. “Do you want me to?” Danny hesitated. “No.” Dash leaned back slightly against the edge of the counter, arms crossed. “I’m not good at this kind of thing. Whatever this is.” Danny let out a breath that felt heavier than he expected. “Me either.” Another pause. “You seemed… okay with it,” Dash said, quieter. “Like it wasn’t weird.” Danny tilted his head. “It was weird. But not bad.” Dash looked away, jaw tense. “I don’t want people making a thing out of it. You know how they are.“I know,” Danny said. “But you’re not the only one who kissed somebody last night and woke up confused.”
That made Dash laugh, short, dry, a little nervous. Danny stepped a little closer. Close enough that the green light from the hallway caught the edge of Dash’s face. “I don’t need you to explain it,” he said quietly. “I just… didn’t want it to be a joke.” His cheeks are now dusted pink. Dash blinked. “It wasn’t,” he said. And for a second, something in his expression softened. Open. Vulnerable in a way Danny had only seen once before, behind a locked door, when neither of them had planned for honesty.
Jazz’s voice echoed down the hall: “Buddy teams to the airlock! Gear up!” Dash straightened. “Guess we’re on.” Danny gave him a nod. “Yeah. Let’s go survey some haunted dirt.” As they walked toward the exit ramp, side by side, their hands didn’t touch. But they didn’t drift too far apart either.