On the other end of it, Julia understood what she wanted with him instinctively, because she didn't want to push him away once she was herself again. She wanted to see him in person, talk to him, remind herself that they still have time. Time to make things better, to not go down the same path, to make their own choices. Maybe this will end similarly but it won't be the same, because they're on a new road now. And one she chose with eyes wide open, and so did he. There is equal buy in here, and equal reason to run away.

She takes his hand so she can see the stars and smiles. While it's reminiscent of him locking himself away in his domain full of the same, Julia also knows that it's him. He's a man of the stars, a traveler of space, this is just a physical manifestation of what was already in his soul.

"It's pretty," she confirms. "But yeah, it not being our choice, not great." There is nothing they can do about it though. There have been permanent marks left on them. Julia doesn't plan on letting it hang over her head though. She threads their fingers together, pressing her palm to his stars, and tugs.

"I brought us treats. We could sit on a bench, unless you had another idea?" This being a first date, Julia's happy with just about anything. He can probably smell the apples in her basket, but also on her too, she often smells of cinnamon and apples, due to the orchard.