But here, Carlos and I sat on the trunk of that car, his car, looking together at the lights up in the sky above the Arby’s. They were beautiful in the hushed twilight, shimmering in a night sky already coming alive with bits of the universe.
One year later.
One year since he arrived. He put his hand on my knee and said nothing, and I knew what he meant. I felt the same. I leaned my head on his shoulder. We understand the lights. We understand the lights above the Arby’s. We understand so much. But the sky behind those lights - mostly void, partially stars? That sky reminds us we don’t understand even more.
(I have this head-canon that Cecil started to feel self-conscious about resting his head on Carlos’s shoulder. Maybe it was too much and Carlos was just putting up with it to be polite… and his neck was starting to hurt, so Cecil moved his head. Without a word, Carlos moved to put his head on Cecil’s shoulder instead and they continued to watch the lights in silence.)
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