George/Charles, stars
"What's your favorite constellation?" George asks, leaning into Charles' shoulder. He finds his own favorite, Serpens, and waits for an answer. Charles leans his weight into George in return.
"Constellation? I don't think of things like that," Charles answers with a laugh. "Which is yours?"
George huffs, leaning into Charles more so he can point his eyes in the rough direction.
"There? See? It's got a triangle head and a long tail. Serpens." Charles is squinting at the sky. George is pretty sure he has no idea what he's looking at.
"Oh, yes, I see. Beautiful," Charles says suddenly, giggling.
"You don't see it."
"No, no!" Charles frantically tries to point where George was pointing. It's hard to tell, he can't see through Charles' eyes. "There?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure..." He's mostly fucking with him. Charles knows, a stupid smile taking over his face as he laughs.
"Okay, my favorite can be your favorite. Although I mostly like all of them."
"That works for me."
