[ They're holding hands again, but it's so natural that Oria doesn't realize it's anything special despite everything. He looks up at the sky, watching the stars with Sinclair. Truthfully, he's not as sentimental about the stars. He doesn't understand what makes them so special other than sparkling dots in the night sky, but when he sees Sinclair in awe like this, he feels like he can understand--just a little.
He can't bring himself to interrupt this moment, so he stays quiet. Instead of the stars, he can only look at Sinclair. ]
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He can't bring himself to interrupt this moment, so he stays quiet. Instead of the stars, he can only look at Sinclair. ]