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He rubbed the side of his neck thoughtfully. "A permanent Star. A... what's the word? A protected neighborhood. There are friendly tribes, Aspen,...
"You're leaving me?"
She huffed slightly. "Tea. Tea after a long day of teaching. A... a fireplace. Reading."
He covered his eye, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hi," he said quietly, his eyes thoughtful. "Look... I was thinking. What's to stop us from building a Star down here?"
"I am not sure."
"Think about it. Something that makes you really happy. And let your face relax and do what feels natural."
"I am!"
That night, after dinner, when everyone was in their den, August's head popped in hers. "Aspen?"
"You're a deviant, though."
"Yeah!" she said, studying him earnestly. "I mean, it looks a bit forced, but that's because it is. Think about something that makes you happy."
"But I'm telling the truth this time!"
(Zoop?)
"Not at all."
"You did. It's really quite good."
"You've hurt me! My cornea!"
"She's keeping her tribe safe. You can understand that."
"I can tell. You've been a terrible influence, really."
She watched him, a genuine grin of happiness crossing her lips. "There. That's wonderful."
"Gah!"
