"I like everything about the stars." she says, her gaze still tilted back. "How they're created. Their heat. Their light. The way the move, and they live and they die. I want to study them."

It takes her a second to process what he just said. It diverts her attention from looking at the stars to looking at him while he's looking upward at them.

Her hand fits into his, squeezes tight. "I'm sorry." she says. "I know it's not the same, but you can look at them with me anytime you want."