After a stressful day, you only wanted to lay down and sleep in your quarters. But a message from your datapad makes you rethink that. "Are you still up? If yes, would you like to cook something with me? Just like we did when we were small?" Caleb. Your "brother". Now you're in his quarters, on the counter of the kitchenette, talking to him about anything while he manages the cooking, happily and contently watching you with soft eyes.