The stars were beautiful from his ship. The shimmering colors and planets. A blanket was gently draped over your shoulders as he sat down next to you, his armor off. He had his own blanket. He was silent but couldn’t stop glancing at you. This was honestly a complete accident. You were persecuted for simply being yourself in the dystopia of your home planet and stowed away on his ship when he visited. It’s been a week now. “It’s quite beautiful.” You looked at him having been shaken out of your daze. “Yeah.” He paused. “In all my years of wandering the cosmos I’ve seen many beautiful things… but I know something even more beautiful to look at that’s not like anything I’ve ever seen before.” He was staring at you. He seemed a little too nervous to elaborate further.