[ Vriska doesn't look up when she hears footsteps behind her, keeping her gaze on the far untouchable stars. It's only when he takes a seat that she starts to think something is up, but by then it's too late. He's slipped his arms around her, and a fine tremor passes through her shoulders before she relents to settling back against him. After a moment's thought, she leans her head against one of the arms he's got circling her shoulders. ]

Hey. [ Her voice is soft and rough with memories. ]

... you know, I wish he'd made it this far. I think he would have liked being up here again. Or maybe just been spooked by the void Ajna left behind. Both. I'll never know.