*Ryland chuckles, nodding. He scoots closer to the window, pressing his palm to the glass*
Ryland: “I suppose you could call him that.” *he offers her a smile* “I call his species Eridians. Because… you know, when you discover something knew, you get to name it.”

(YAYYYYYYY WB!!!)

*Grace leans into the frame, looking out into the void. He can see where a black splotch was among the stars, as if something was blocking them. He already knew that shape, but he also knew a teen like her may not understand.*

Ryland: “That’s just one of my friends. We met a few weeks ago. He mostly stays over there until we have a visit.”

*Simon sobbed with relief, his breaths shaking through the coms*

Simon: “…Thank you… thank you, Stella- thank god for you- she is would never have listened to me-“

*Simon seemed to snap out of his daze, whipping his head toward the speaker*

Simon: “Stella…? You… your back!!” *He sniffles, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles* “Thank you- what she say? Did you get ahold of her??”

*He didn’t answer, but you could hear him crying. He was speaking to someone in hushed whispers. A lot of cursing, for sure.*

Simon: “It’s not f**king fair- it’s not-“
*Maybe he couldn’t hear you?*