1978 North Denver, Colorado

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Finney barely knew what love was. He knows that it's warm, and comforting. Like his mom and Gwen. His dad... well... Terrance had his own way of showing it, but it wasn't as warm. And when his mom passed, that warmth slowly went numb. Gwen was the only thing to heat it back up, and the only person who could comfort him.

Until he met Robin. When he met that tough kid for the first time, after Robin stood up for him in front of three bullies, Finney felt that spark. He couldn't tell what it was, at least, not in that moment. But as they started getting closer and becoming good friends, that spark started up into a small flame. And it would only get bigger from there.

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Tonight, Robin decided to plan something. He asked his uncle if he (his uncle, not Robin) could drive his truck out into a field so he and Finney could watch the upcoming meteor shower. Robin knows how much Finn adores space and anything that's beyond the Earth's atmosphere. It's like a little gift in a way.

So that's where they are right now. The sun has fully fallen under the horizon and the humid summer air starts to cool down as the night sky grows darker. The two boys lay on their backs in the bed of the truck, where blankets and pillows are messily tossed into comfortable places. Snacks sit in the corner in case they get hungry.

As they both wait for the meteor shower, Finney can't help but point out the constellations coming into view. Robin nods along, letting out a small hum when Finn point out a fact or two. Fireflies occasionally blink around them, almost like they're stars of their own...

"Oh, and that one's the Big Dipper." Finn points, his eyes lighting up almost as bright as the sun. He loves geeking out on something he enjoys, especially towards his friend. Robin, looking up at the constellation, tilts his head a little. He can't help but laugh as he sees the shape.

"It looks like a pan, man. Like, I could make 200 quesadillas on it if I wanted." Then, he laughs at his own joke, even though it wasn't that funny. Finn looks at Robin, looking at the teen like he's another beautiful star in that same sky. The warmth comes back, hotter, like a wildfire. He doesn't know why, maybe it was the way Robin laughed at his own joke, or how that boy laughed. He doesn't know. What he does know though, is that this is a stronger feeling than he's ever felt before, even anger. He knows... This is love. True fucking love. And he's so deep in it for Robin, he could drown. He's scared of that.