We’ll keep on walking on the sunny side, and we won’t stop dancing ‘til we die…

Space had never looked quite so beautiful. Before, it had been overwhelming, too big, too empty, enough to induce a panic attack, but now, the nothingness was admirable, and the sheer beauty was all your eyes could take it.

You swayed back and forth in the most windowed room of the Icarus, with none other than Robert Capa.

The one man you were sure seven years ago, when the mission had started, you’d have the hardest time being around. It was intimidating, to talk to somebody with that level of expertise, that level of intelligence. All you used to think about was how you’d probably sound so stupid to him.

But his heart had been completely captured by you from the beginning.

He hummed a mindless tune as the two of you danced, burying his face into your neck, and smiling against the skin.

The sun shone through the windows, and for once during the entire trip, you forgot about the responsibilities that you had. The fear that you consistently felt, the anxiety of how, what, when, who and why disappearing, for just a moment.