Breaking through the threshold of the atmosphere and rushing into the cold of space is something Manabu has yet to tire of; it's that feeling of surpassing the impossible, going where life can barely cope, and using it to thrive and trace out the maps to their ambitions is something he holds on to more and more. After all that's happened, the things he's lost and learned...and found again...it makes the empty black of space more full of possibility and honesty than it had been before.
His eyes leave the window and settle on Brendan, happy to watch his reaction -- one he'd imagined before, daydreaming about how he could pry this sad young man away from the ties to the worst of his past for a while and show him how bright and good things could be in the future. It makes his heart swell, as if just this is proof enough.
"It's like that every time," he says at last, daring to break the reverent peace in the cabin. "And...you can see that as many times as you want, for as long as you're here." His mouth quirks into a sheepish grin, his cheeks red.
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Date: 2018-01-20 04:40 am (UTC)His eyes leave the window and settle on Brendan, happy to watch his reaction -- one he'd imagined before, daydreaming about how he could pry this sad young man away from the ties to the worst of his past for a while and show him how bright and good things could be in the future. It makes his heart swell, as if just this is proof enough.
"It's like that every time," he says at last, daring to break the reverent peace in the cabin. "And...you can see that as many times as you want, for as long as you're here." His mouth quirks into a sheepish grin, his cheeks red.
"Pretty neat, right?"