[ It's a short walk; the Selenian evenings are cooler than the days, but not by much; his t-shirt and jeans are enough cover. He finds Pilot on a bench, and settles in next to the smaller Iotian, shoulder-to-shoulder. He lets silence settle between them, figuring Pilot will break it once he's ready.
With the colony's climate controls, night-time is a blanket of stars, a twinkling canopy over their heads. Dominating the view is the moon, taking up a large chunk of his field of vision. He wonders if Pilot sees it differently with his six eyes. ]
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With the colony's climate controls, night-time is a blanket of stars, a twinkling canopy over their heads. Dominating the view is the moon, taking up a large chunk of his field of vision. He wonders if Pilot sees it differently with his six eyes. ]