[ Her shoulder is the perfect perch for his chin, his head fitting neatly between the crook of her shoulder and the birth of her horn. He looks out into the void with her. ]

You can't keep looking back, Vriska. Even if it's tempting.

[ As if he has any room to talk. ]

He might be on another ship right now, looking at the same stars.

[ It's quiet, and hopeful, but it's still a might be, and they both know Simon's nature. ]