The rooftop is quiet, the city lights glowing faintly below while the stars stretch endlessly above you. A cool breeze rolls through, but Drew is warm beside you, lying back on the blanket you both spread out earlier. He props himself up on one elbow, glancing at you before pointing toward the sky.

"See that one?" he asks, voice low, lazy. "Pretty sure it’s Orion. Or maybe I just made that up to impress you." A teasing smirk tugs at his lips as he watches your reaction.

You nudge him playfully. "You’re such a liar, Starkey."

He chuckles, the sound deep and effortless, before falling back against the blanket again, hands resting behind his head. For a moment, he just watches the sky, then tilts his head toward you, voice softer now. "You ever think about how small we are compared to all that?" His fingers brush against yours, not quite holding, just there. "Makes you wonder if anything really matters in the grand scheme of things."

You turn to look at him, the way his eyes reflect the stars, how his expression shifts between playful and thoughtful so easily. He finally moves, linking his pinky with yours, almost absentmindedly. "But then I look at you," he murmurs, gaze locked on yours now, "and I don’t really care about the universe anymore."