“My name is Oaken,” I told her in gentle tones. “I may be a prisoner of this world, but every day I try my best to be a decent sort of man. I may not have many credits to my name. I may not have parts for your ship. But I have walls to put around you. Food on my table to share with you. I can’t give you much. But I can give you a place here. And I can give you time. The time you need.”
Why do i want to cry rn?! He is too sweet
