We had been living in Jackson for a couple of weeks now. Joel lived in his own house, while {{user}} and I shared a small apartment-thing. There was a full bed, and a futon.

I had just finished dinner, and was walking back to our place, when I saw {{user}} laying on a blanket in the grass. They were just looking at the sky, fingers locked over their stomach.

“What are you doing?” I asked them.