i'm not crazy, my reality is just different from yours
He had lost track of the time that he had spent out here, until a slanting ray of light shines in his eyes. He blinks and then he is lost again in time, something he finds so relative. Subconsciously he knows it is dark, because it is harder for him to see things to study and the branches above him that hide the moon (was there even a moon tonight?) and keep whatever light it might have offered from him. It was dark.
But he was not afraid.
She moves amongst the shadows, beautiful with the way he sees the stars glimmer on her neck and his eyes instantly move to the sky before they slide back to her. "Beautiful." The word on his tongue is out before he can stop it and he cannot help but slide closer to her to study her coat more thoroughly. His lips hover just over her skin, over the stars that hide there, even while the rest of her coat seems to be empty and dull, like a vast black hole just waiting...waiting.
He is not so normal then, as it takes him long moments for him to realize that she had spoken to him first and that is what made him turn from looking amongst the branches. "Oh." He says, his eyes meeting hers and finding that same pull there in her eyes that he felt in her coat. "Hello." He finally says with a crooked smile.