Jason grunted in surprise as he was bowled over by his enthusiastic John.
“Where’s the fire?” Jason chuckled and righted his lover so they were face to face, instead of floating back into their room where Jason came from changing his uniform.
In a few days, they’d pass the year mark since the world blew up below the Station. The time seemed to fly by, and except for that moment months ago, nothing had changed for them too much. No one went out of the Station alone anymore, though. Of all the protocols the crew had to break on a regular basis, that was one John swore them all to uphold. It was fine by Jason. Memories of that day hadn’t cleared up yet, and he didn’t expect them too. Every once in a while, however, he’d wake up shaking and covered in a cold sweat from some nightmare that he
