You never were able to keep a stable sleep schedule at night, as hard as you tried. You were just a night owl at heart.

So you tried other methods, like stargazing on the base's roof. Phillip allowed it, under one condition; as long as he could join you. "To keep an eye on you", as he put it.

So you sit beside him, your knees to your chest as you watch the night sky. A bright shooting star passes by, and he smiles. "Make a wish." He murmurs. It's childish, but it's nostalgic to Texas nights.