[video] The stars are brightly shining...

[tookashirototheknee]

[When the 'gear starts broadcasting, all that can be seen is a view of a beach, stars shining on the horizon. After a moment, it turns, showing a red-haired man lying on his back on a beachtowel, hands behind his head, staring up at the stars.

What Matt doesn't know is that Venus and Kerberos are conspiring to bring his introspection to the network.]

I never realized how odd it was to see different stars. They're seen as constants, as something that's always there and never changing. But... when you see an entirely different positioning, it's like everything's off somehow.

The stars here are so close to home that it's almost familiar, but different enough to be unsettling. I wonder...

[Any more introspection is cut off by a quiet snicker from Venus, and Matt sitting up.]

Hey! Both of you! Stop that! Ugh. How much were you filming....

[The feed cuts off quickly, before it starts rolling back to the house.]

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[shiro2hero]

[He just plops himself down next to him, concern all over his face. Chewing on his lip.]

You're doing a lot, though, aren't you? Up at the observatory. You told me you've been practically running the place.

[It... sounds like half the conversations he's had with Lance. And that worries him.]

You've already made a name for yourself up there. Something no one's done with that place yet.

[tookashirototheknee]

I know.

[Matt sighs, pulling his knees to his chest.]

I think my mind just hates me lately. Too much thinking.

[shiro2hero]

Talk to me?

[There’s an unspoken “Please” in the words. In the arm slipped around Matt’s shoulders.]

You’ve listened to me so often... my turn.

[He’ll worry about him either way. But at least talking means maybe he can help.]

poor guy's got some ptsd-related depression. *pats him*

[tookashirototheknee]

I dunno. Sometimes I just... feel out of place. And it's nothing you're doing, and it's nothing you're not doing.

[He stares out over the ocean for a moment, leaning into Shiro.]

It's just... brain fog, I guess.

iiiiit's hug time

[shiro2hero]

[He pauses, for a moment, if only to shift his position. Sitting behind him, legs splayed on either side of him. So Matt can lean against his chest instead.]

[More contact. Better contact.]

Lance feels a little like that. [Arms back around Matt's chest.] But... brain fog.

Does anything help?