Northstar Vale We're fallin' like the stars

her words make sense, but her implicit approval at his questioning blooms within him, filling him with warmth. not that atwood has ever lacked for love, not really, but he can't help but feel he's found something he's desperately missed. 

fiery. headstrong. he commits these adjectives to memory, taking a seat to peer more closely at the sky. after a pause he says, "thank you," and ducks his head. he raises it quickly, thinking already ram, ram. "i, uh, appreciate the chance to grow."