[Oh. Like a satellite thing. That’s...pretty cool, now that he understands better. He’ll have to figure out how to look up those pictures.

As soon as Steve rolls over on him, he can’t stop the grin that plasters itself on his face. He tells himself it’s because it’s comfortable. The blood pumping through his veins is real now and not thick like mud. He chuckles before he knows it.]

Y’know what? I think that sounds perfect, Stevie. Yeah, let’s do it. Tent and blankets. The whole shebang. I’ll make the cocoa, and you can make the popcorn.

[Is he really talking about this? Are they really doing this? His heart races, and he looks down at Steve to make sure he’s really there. He is.]