[Stoicism is not even a problem for Dio; indeed, he hasn't given any indication all night that he's bothered at all. Getting her to smile is a kind of private victory and he sits up again, looking through his finger-frame at her instead of the sky.]
Think so? Wait for another one, then. You can have one too.
[Dio that's not how space works... It's the thought that counts.]
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Think so? Wait for another one, then. You can have one too.
[Dio that's not how space works... It's the thought that counts.]