You are lying on the grass, on the terrace of the research building, after all.

No data, no thesis. Just the starry sky, and the comfortable silence between you.

“Do you think we work?”, you ask.

Jack sighs. A rare, relaxed sound.

“I’m logical. You’re a theory. But... I think we are the exception that validates the rule.”

You laugh.

“That was almost... romantic.”

He turns his face in your direction. Blue eyes glowing in the dark.

“I’m learning. With you.”