[And the only real way to know was to ask the source.]

Then, do you like tea? I could make us some. I might have to go to the depot for coffee. Scratch that, I would.

[Her smile is a little rueful, but it drops, sharpening a bit at his reaction. But she doesn't probe. Not yet. It's not something he wants to talk about, she thinks.]

But so am I. Let's go see the stars.

[She wraps her arm around his, offering a small smile. There's a lot they could talk about, given half a chance. Who knows what they'll discuss in the sky.]