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They were the only two on the bridge of the Octopod. A quiet night, no storms within range of their instruments nor other obvious looming problems. It was soothing, Barnacles thought, to stand by the silent controls, listening to Dashi murmuring to herself while she sorted through photos she had taken on their most recent rescue.
Being snuggled warm in bed together would be even nicer, falling asleep to Dashi's slight snores and the twitch of her feet as she dreamed. But they would have that some other night when their friends were on shift. This was time together too.