Title: Supernovas

Summary: Billions struggles to voice his grief.

Excerpt:

He approaches her, eventually, a hand on his brother's head as a stabilizer. "Your presence has been noticed, Kipo. I've received a surge of offers that rely entirely on you stinking up the place."

Kipo's smile turns a bit crooked. This Kipo isn't much different from the Kipo of yesteryear, of course, but that's one thing that's changed. She doesn't seem as hyper now. Or as excited about life. "Guess that means you're stuck with me, huh?"

"Yes, well, I suppose we should make the most of it. I could use some assistance documenting a few new dwarf planets I've found. Do a good enough job and your name can be on my next lecture."

"You know I'm a sucker for dwarves," she hummed, standing and stuffing her hands in her pockets. "I'm also pretty excited about this interpretive dance seminar Doag has been infodumping to me about for like a month."

Billions' expression became perfectly neutral. Of course it was about this. Heaven forbid it be simple. "It's not a choice I make in bad faith, you know. Rescheduling her like this. My stage simply isn't adequately designed for... dance rehearsal."

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