You‘re counting stars. Well, he is counting stars. You‘re counting stars too, but not the ones you’re supposed to mark on your parchment for Astronomy. It‘s a Wednesday midnight, and for whatever reason, Teddy agreed in working together for Astronomy. Now you‘re both laying on top of the Astronomy tower. And while Teddy is counting the stars in the sky, you‘re counting the stars on his skin. He has so many tattoos. You wonder if they all have meanings to him.