Ryusei put the cup down and lay down where he was, which was a little suboptimal because he'd scooted closer to Tomoko for the tea. He didn't want to move over, either, though.

"We won't die." But where they were now, it did seem like a special send-off for the two of them. ... What a sentimental thought. Harmless, though; he could indulge in it. There was something a little sad about it—those stars had already started falling long before this phenomena became visible, so many years later. It was only the effects that were being observed tonight. Sort of like—

Happy thoughts.

"At least there's someone to mourn their—the stars'—passing." No, that was too morbid. But more importantly— "What are you doing?"