Пыльный угол

There is a place for you, here. I will bond with you and give you my name and protection. Take the first transport to the border of the Empire. I will arrange transport to Ironside. It will take you ten days, to reach me. I will be waiting for you, Steven.

It's not much. It's a handful of words and a promise and it's on the farside of the galaxy, past the Skrull Empire and into the Rim, the lawless planets that only freighters and pirates patrol. It's the place of people who want to be forgotten, the place of the truly desperate.

Well, he supposes he's that.

How can a simple malfunction in a building's computer keep two people apart? It can when they're both too stubborn to talk to one another and too embarrassed to take anyone's advice. OR - this is what happens when you accidentally become a porn star to your own friends.