[ He gets an answering smile in return, leaning back to rest most of his weight on his hands. Steve's careful not to aggravate the arm Andyr had bitten, though it's bandaged and clean and hidden under the loose sleeves of the clothes he's wearing, and he nods, tilting his head to look up at the sky. It's dark and so, so clear, the stars and moons of distant planets shining brightly as the evening closes in around them. ]
You can't see anything like this in New York either. [ It's agreement, mostly. NYC might be his home, but there are some things that can never be had beneath the brightness of all those lights and the constant commotion. The City That Never Sleeps. ] Maybe I can show it to you some day. [ It's nothing like the bits and pieces of the world he knows Andyr to be from, and Steve hopes that he'd come to like it for the same reasons he does. ]
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You can't see anything like this in New York either. [ It's agreement, mostly. NYC might be his home, but there are some things that can never be had beneath the brightness of all those lights and the constant commotion. The City That Never Sleeps. ] Maybe I can show it to you some day. [ It's nothing like the bits and pieces of the world he knows Andyr to be from, and Steve hopes that he'd come to like it for the same reasons he does. ]