This ship is taking me far away...

[manusgemini]

It shouldn't be blacker out here, but somehow it is. There's no meaningful difference in terms of how far away all the stars are, but it's like there's less of them and they're colder. The sun is further away, shrunk to a small, lonely ball of light, giving only a little light and no warmth to speak of to the few planetoids that whirl through the

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[manusgemini]

He looks around, managing a faint, sardonic smile. "Yeah, because that turned out so great last time." He reaches up and grabs the bottle, not even bothering to identify it as he hunts through the cabinets for clean glasses. Or sort of clean.

There's a distance between then and now, but it's precarious, like it could slide back into shit again. And he's not sure how to steady it.

"You want some?"

[blackhole_heart]

"Didn't turn out too bad," I shrug, 'cause yeah, it started out shit, but later... Later it started feeling like we were moving toward something new. Better. And now we're stuck again, feeling dangerously like we're not far off from where we started.

Nodding, I move past him and hop up onto the counter, the only real place to sit in here, unless you take the floor.

[manusgemini]

He returns the shrug, because it's hard to really argue with that. It had been... maybe not even exactly good, but it had been a step, movement, and maybe that's the best they can hope for at the moment.

He retrieves two glasses and half-fills them both, handing Neil's to him and raising his own in a faintly sarcastic toast before he knocks half of it back. Comforting burn, and then a flush of warmth in his chest. You need this kind of stuff on a shuttle just to keep the cold out, real or imagined.

"You miss home?"

[blackhole_heart]

"Pretty fuckin' ready to get outta there, honestly," I say with a snort, raising my glass with a smirk and then taking a deep swallow, wincing around the burn. "After I came out to Miranda, there'd be whole years where I wouldn't go back at all. I seen Mom more in the last few months than I did, fuck, I dunno... Since I was fifteen, I guess."

[manusgemini]

"You should see her more," he says, looking away a little and feeling ridiculous as soon as the words are out, because who the fuck is he to be telling Neil his business? "I think she misses you a lot."

Because in the back of his mind, there's still the little house on Oublie, lights in the snowy darkness. And there's too many things he'll never have a chance to fix.

And wouldn't it be funny if this ended up being another one.