Grace taping the drawings/paintings from his kids to Rocky's room while he was recovering has me in shambles
He gave Rocky the well wishes meant for him, the love of the kids he taught and loved and who loved him, the purest of humanity's kindness and affection and hope
The Hail Mary was the embodiment of the grim hope of scientists and countries and governments, the solemn entrustment of humanity in the hands of those (un)willing to search for the salvation of the world 
Those paintings are the embodiment of the hope of the softest, most precious part of humanity, our children, our future, the center of our homes and communities, and Grace, with nothing else he could do, offered that hope to his best friend, his only companion in a desolate, lonely, unfamiliar solar system
Don't fuckign talk to me, I'm sobbing
