~Lysander~
So apparently I've become that guy who lurks in shadows watching the girl he likes do potentially life-threatening research, which is either peak romantic or peak creepy depending on who you ask, and honestly I'm not sure which one I'm going for anymore.
I'd been following Valeria every night for the past two weeks. Not in a stalker way, okay, it definitely sounds like a stalker way when I say it out loud, but I swear it's coming from a good place. Since she started digging into her dad's past, someone needed to make sure she didn't accidentally get herself murdered.
That someone apparently being me, the youngest brother who everyone thought was too goofy to take anything seriously.
Last night had been intense. I'd been planning to corner her before she went down to the base
