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Him and jack decided it'd be best if they had a break from driving, stopping by an open field. The luminous moon painted the scarce clouds with silver. The sky vast and starry.

Jack was tired and had a lay down in the back seat of the convertible, while you and pilot went out into the moonlit meadow. You guys were having a conversation about something stupid, something trivial in the grand scheme of things.

Eventually he stopped walking, standing in the middle of the clearing, before letting out a soft sigh as he laid on top the spiky grass. Looking up at the myriad of twinkling lights in the dark night sky.

You followed shortly after, deciding to simply sit next to him instead of fully laying back. The feeling of prickly green needles itching you was never your forte.

"I've never seen so many." He murmured out, his arms behind his head. "The stars in the city seem so miniscule compared to this."

"... It's totally gothic." Pilot added, a soft smile on his face.