[The stars, he thinks, will still be there. Or at the very least, they'll be different enough that he won't recognize them for some time. Stars live a lot longer than they do, and he can't watch them forever. They're right where he like likes them: surrounding, new, comforting in their relative consistency.
This sounds a lot more interesting. (And with much better company.) He beams up at her.]
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This sounds a lot more interesting. (And with much better company.) He beams up at her.]
Let's go!