but he's bumping their shoulders, and the bed springs creak with the motion. motes of dust make up constellations in the blue darkness of the room, but that's not real space, it's inconsequential. ]
You're good, you know that. [ it's not disappointment. not really. just a moment of could-have-been, would-have-been, should-have-been. nothing really worth mourning when it feels like keith has something better now. ] Even without me. A few more years, and you'd probably go into flying missions solo.
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but he's bumping their shoulders, and the bed springs creak with the motion. motes of dust make up constellations in the blue darkness of the room, but that's not real space, it's inconsequential. ]
You're good, you know that. [ it's not disappointment. not really. just a moment of could-have-been, would-have-been, should-have-been. nothing really worth mourning when it feels like keith has something better now. ] Even without me. A few more years, and you'd probably go into flying missions solo.
I would've liked to see that.