[she knows it might not be possible, and she knows it's one of those things she shouldn't promise, especially because if this just ends with everybody going home, well. she won't get to follow up on that promise. but. she does it anyway.
she reaches out a hand? come back up and sit with her. they can look at the stars for a bit.]
[ He takes her hand like it's as natural as breathing— which, it wasn't for him, until he came here. But it is now: holding hands, bumping shoulders, looking up at the stars that once again glimmers like hope. ]
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...I'd like that.
[ If only it were possible. ]
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she reaches out a hand? come back up and sit with her. they can look at the stars for a bit.]
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