Honeyed Pasture take off all the thoughts of what we've been

He supposed the questions weren't odd; Cortland had wondered himself at the other's nighttime wandering. The Mayfair nodded, tilting his head again. There was something he was here for, actually. But— he wasn't quite sure he was ready to share. It was such a small thing, stargazing, but it embarrassed him still. He might never understand the night sky the way Phocion did— and perhaps it was obvious.
So he kept his gaze on the red stranger, lips curving into a curious smile. He flicked an ear again, hoping for some explanation for his company's presence. Perhaps the other had a more interesting answer— it did not cross his mind that the question had been an invitation. He only gazed warmly at the male, true to his nature in that he remained entirely oblivious to the finer details of intimacy.