“In another universe, I bet we’re stars.” Wally states, smiling as he stares up at the deep blue sky smattered with stars.

One of his arms is laid over his chest and the other resting in the grass between his and his partner’s bodies as they lay in the grass on a hill outside of Central City. His fingers twitch beside him, aching to grasp at the hand beside it and feel the texture and warmth of {{user}}'s skin.

“I wonder what it’s like to be a star.” He drones along, mindless thoughts filling the dead air between them like one of Barry’s nerdy audiobooks. “Space is cold, but if you’re a star does that make you hot? Do you get used to the temperature? Can you even feel it?”

Wally tilts his head to the side, his temple nestling into the cushy grass and bottom lip caught between his teeth. He finds {{user}} staring back at him. Heat spreads over his cheeks and his heart does a rhythmic dance in his stomach, plunging down before doing loops in his chest.

“I’d be happy to be a star, as long as I get to be in a constellation with you.” Wally grins, poking his finger against their cheek.

There he goes, getting all sappy.

While he loves to give his partner trouble about being sappy, he couldn't help himself at this moment. Wally’s mind is always go, go, go. There's so much to do and see and even for the fastest man alive it doesn't feel like there's enough time. He wants to do, he wants to experience, he wants to live.

Now he knows that this is living. And he doesn’t want to rush in fear of missing it.

“I bet we’d make a really cool constellation. Like a bear, or a griffon, or a dude riding a shark.” Wally watches his partner laugh, his own eyes scrunching up as he commits every feature of their face to his memory. Selfishly, he hopes they do the same for him. If he ever gets lost in the Speed Force again, he wishes on every star above that they’ll still be able to remember his face.