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[youwereameteor]

The camping trip had been Reid's idea - in the days after wherever the fuck he'd been with Bones and the others, Jim had a hard time focusing, a hard time coming back and his husband had suggested a trip to the other side of the island, something to clear his head. They'd ended up camped on a stretch of deserted beach, the tent pitched, a blanket

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[percevalian]

From inside the tent there comes a great deal of rustling and some quiet cursing before Reid comes stumbling out, still trying to shake his foot free from sleeping bag straps. After nearly falling over, he finally pulls himself free and strides over to Jim with a slightly evasive expression.

"Not one word," he warns as he plunks himself down onto the blanket.

[youwereameteor]

To his credit, Jim maintains silence for a long moment before he reaches out, curling his fingers around Reid's knee and gives it a quick, warm squeeze. He raises both eyebrows.

"Do I even want to know?"

[percevalian]

"I took care of it," Reid swiftly answers and wiggles further down the blanket so he can lay back with a low oof. For a moment he simply lies like that, hair fanned out around his head, eyes wide as he gazes up at the sky.

"I find it disorienting that the constellations here make no sense," he admits, shifting until his hip is butted up against Jim's.

[youwereameteor]

"The further you go, the more different they get," he says, only half aware of how wistful he sounds, right then. He shifts to curl one arm so that he can play with Reid's hair, sifting long strands between his fingers as they both look up, touching all along their sides.

"They only look this way because we're grounded."