[ 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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...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.) ]