[ he looks at her, then glances out the window. it'd take him too long to be able to see heracles in the sky, not quite knowing where to look when he's not walking from her place to the beach. he turns back to her, back remaining slightly hunched as he sits. ] He could be visiting Megara. [ for valentine's day, but he doesn't say. nor does he even ask her if there's a megara constellation. he doubts there is, given the way greek myths seem to work. ]
[ he lifts the drink to his lips and says, ] He'll be back. [ and after he takes a drink of it, he leans backward, extending his arm and keeping the bottle upright, to place it on his windowsill. it's becoming crowded, with cerberus tucked in the corner of the window, clarks's painting beneath two books, and a notepad with pen, and now a bottle of beer. ]
[ he doesn't twist on the bed, glancing over his shoulder as though he can recognise any of the star patterns from here he sits in the middle of his bed. he can barely see many of the stars, so he twists to stretch out on his stomach, facing his window. ]
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[ he lifts the drink to his lips and says, ] He'll be back. [ and after he takes a drink of it, he leans backward, extending his arm and keeping the bottle upright, to place it on his windowsill. it's becoming crowded, with cerberus tucked in the corner of the window, clarks's painting beneath two books, and a notepad with pen, and now a bottle of beer. ]
[ he doesn't twist on the bed, glancing over his shoulder as though he can recognise any of the star patterns from here he sits in the middle of his bed. he can barely see many of the stars, so he twists to stretch out on his stomach, facing his window. ]