he does offer a light smile and a nod of the head in turn. he looks away from the shuttered gates because if he doesn't he's going to think about it too much, turning his eyes skywards, feeling the faint wind. ]
Hope I'm not intruding?
[ not that there's anywhere else to go up here, but there is a whole flight deck at the very least. he'll take a seat somewhere by the planters with a little sigh. ]
[ There's an answering shake of their head before coming to take a seat beside. Not too close to invade his personal space, but questioning tilt of their head on whether this is okay for him too. ]
..I like your company, so you don't have to worry about intruding.
[ content to sit beside them, he turns towards them a little more. this area should feel a lot more Cursed, but at night, it feels like it wears a slightly different skin. ]
Out here, what do you think about underneath all this sky?
[ It's okay. Just don't think too much about it. As their gaze meet, he blinks once, before looking out again towards the view of the sky. ]
...Not much. Sometimes, I try to see if I can remember any constellations I can find. [ (You also think of home. Try to, anyway.) ] Stars are.. always a constant. They're always there.
Even though you care very much for them... [ humming softly, there's
no pity here, just a muted sort of understanding for a loss. to be used to
it, well, he knows that doesn't mean it sits right. ] To forget
them or to not recognize them... you must still miss them, even if the
memory is too far off.
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he does offer a light smile and a nod of the head in turn. he looks away from the shuttered gates because if he doesn't he's going to think about it too much, turning his eyes skywards, feeling the faint wind. ]
Hope I'm not intruding?
[ not that there's anywhere else to go up here, but there is a whole flight deck at the very least. he'll take a seat somewhere by the planters with a little sigh. ]
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..I like your company, so you don't have to worry about intruding.
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[ content to sit beside them, he turns towards them a little more. this area should feel a lot more Cursed, but at night, it feels like it wears a slightly different skin. ]
Out here, what do you think about underneath all this sky?
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...Not much. Sometimes, I try to see if I can remember any constellations I can find. [ (You also think of home. Try to, anyway.) ] Stars are.. always a constant. They're always there.
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[ leaning back on a hand, he looks upwards, and there's a helplessness to it. so close and yet not fast enough or lucky enough—
but the stars are always a constant as of late. but he misses the earth. this counts, even if it isn't his, right? be grateful, he tells himself. ]
Any of these up here familiar to you? Mm... or what about one you tend to always search for?
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(You never do remember. That probably won't change.) ]
No. I don't recognize any. ..I'm not even sure which one I'm looking for.
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You aren't...
Do you have trouble remembering them often...?
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[ A practiced smile comes at ease. ] I'm used to it though.
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Even though you care very much for them... [ humming softly, there's no pity here, just a muted sort of understanding for a loss. to be used to it, well, he knows that doesn't mean it sits right. ] To forget them or to not recognize them... you must still miss them, even if the memory is too far off.
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I do miss them. [ (More than you could really say.) ]