[Harry shifts so he's mostly behind Devon. They're nearly the same height so it's easy to put an arm around his waist and his chin on his shoulder. Harry points with his free arm.]
Back to Polaris a moment... it doesn't move. That's why it's so important for navigation. In Ursa Major, the Plough - or as you say, the dipper - is what points toward Polaris even as the constellation appears to move. So you follow the edge there... there! That's the north star. Isn't that amazing?
[Not as much of a dig as it could be. Just simple trail-mix carrying fact.
Devon reacts like his namesake, eyes closing tight, before blinking open to turn toward Harry - impulsively reaching up to grab him by the cheek and redirect his lips to his own.]
[He presses a little more firmly into the kiss, arm slung around Harry's neck and holding on as he resists pulling back until he needs to. Taking a breath, he sighs.
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Ah, look... [He points upward.]
Ursa Minor - so that one there at its tail is Polaris. And that means Ursa Major is just... ah. There.
Do you see them?
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[He's trying - and he steps closer to Harry, head back to look up, tracking before he's pointing upward.]
That one? It's the scoop, right?
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[This fucking dork.
He gets right next to Devon, cheek to cheek and points.]
There, and the larger scoop is Ursa Major. The Great Bear.
[He shivers once, lightly.]
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Oh, I see. What else is up there?
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[Harry shifts so he's mostly behind Devon. They're nearly the same height so it's easy to put an arm around his waist and his chin on his shoulder. Harry points with his free arm.]
Back to Polaris a moment... it doesn't move. That's why it's so important for navigation. In Ursa Major, the Plough - or as you say, the dipper - is what points toward Polaris even as the constellation appears to move. So you follow the edge there... there! That's the north star. Isn't that amazing?
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[He points, as if to prove it.]
Once you know that one you can figure out where you are, right?
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[He laughs self-deprecatingly.] Ah. Obviously.
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[He's playing up the stupid vibe to empathize, wiggling his thumbs in the air.]
I never did the boy scout thing very well. Moss grows somewhere, yadda yadda.
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[He turns his head and kisses Devon's temple.]
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[Not as much of a dig as it could be. Just simple trail-mix carrying fact.
Devon reacts like his namesake, eyes closing tight, before blinking open to turn toward Harry - impulsively reaching up to grab him by the cheek and redirect his lips to his own.]
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The world is so fantastic, he thinks. As are the people in it, after all.]
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And then dips back in.]
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Are you alright, dear?
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[Another break his head resting against Harry's chest.]
I just like this. I like it a lot.
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I feel that in spite of our cultural differences we have forged a connection.
[Harry holds him, extremely content in the moment.]
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[Like mold, he'll always be here.]
... I'm probably the farthest from the type you thought you had, huh?
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[A soft laugh.] Oh, yes. And I suspect the same holds true for your perspective.
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[...]
Except you turned out to be alright.
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[Hey, he has to say it when he can.]
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Is it? Well, thank you.
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I'm so very glad I met you. You mischievous... twink.
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I've got my benefits. Can we make out now?
🎀
He laughs again.]
Yes.