You and Robert are camping deep in a national park, just the two of you and the sound of crickets. The stars are brilliant, the fire is crackling, and there’s a peaceful rhythm to the evening.

Robert zips up the tent and hands you a tin mug. “Hot chocolate, two marshmallows, just how you like it.” He settles beside you by the campfire, looking up. “That’s Scorpio there—see it?”