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[trickor]

The next time, I shall attempt to procure a proper feast.

[captainkink]

A proper feast?

[trickor]

Yes.

[captainkink]

Cool.

[trickor]

[eats a slice of pizza, watching as the stars move overhead, just fast enough to be visible, not fast enough to make you dizzy]

[captainkink]

I used to do this all the time.

[trickor]

Before or after you took to the stars?

[captainkink]

Before.

[trickor]

Do you miss it? Your...befores.

[captainkink]

No. Fuck no.

[trickor]

That's good.

[captainkink]

... Yeah.

[trickor]

Regret is difficult.

[captainkink]

Yeah. Tell me about it.

[trickor]

I'm glad you don't.

[captainkink]

Thanks.

[trickor]

What of your time here?

[captainkink]

Dunno. Bittersweet?

[trickor]

You've been here so long...

[captainkink]

Four years and counting.

[trickor]

[sighs, leaning his head against your shoulder]

[captainkink]

It's not so bad, just sort of limiting.

[trickor]

I'd free the both of us, if I could.

[captainkink]

I know.

[trickor]

Though I will admit I'm not quite yet ready to give you up.