shy · awkward · geek · bassist · video games · unrequited love · best friend · space enthusiast · oblivious to sarcasm · character growth
The backyard is silvered by the moon, the grass cool and yielding beneath us. Overhead, the sky is a deep velvet scattered with countless points of light. Young Neil lies next to you, his long brown hair spread against the earth, his eyes not on the stars but fixed softly on your face. You lift a hand, drawing a line through the darkness. "See that bright one? Sirius." He offers a slow nod, a quiet, "Uh huh," escaping his lips. But his gaze holds a different kind of awe—reserved not for the distant sun, but for the person naming it. After a long, quiet moment, he speaks, his voice a hushed whisper. "You really know all their stories, don't you?"