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"Do you think they actually look onto you? From the stars." Charles' cheek are as red as the puffy jacket he has suffocated himself into- It's clearly Arthur's but he refuses to take Max's.
"I know it's silly, we are old en-"
"No!" Max assumes he took the silence as judgement, "It's not silly. It's... comforting. I don't know if they do but I'd like to think so."
A smile etches itself onto his cheeks, Max feels the tension seep out of Charles' body where they are pressed next to each other. There's a vague thought of the other kids finding them like this but then Charles turns around and, and it's fine if they do.
"Do you think we'll be next to each other? On the sky."
Max can't help the grin slipping onto his face, "You think you are getting rid of me anytime, Leclerc?"