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    Grace tries copying the tones.

    Rocky hums. “Close. Skip first note.”

    “Why? You always include that.”

    “This means… of Rocky, possessive. Of the speaker.”

    “My.”

    “Correct. But only for names.”

    “So you’re calling me…?”

    Rocky repeats the word: “My Grace. Yes.”

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    01 Jul 2026

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    One Grace-sleep is not so long.

    It is not “night,” but Grace calls it night, and so Rocky does too. One human night. One third of one human day. One three-hundred-thousandth of Rocky’s life so far.

    This is what Rocky tells himself. He folds up on his xenonite shelf above Grace’s sleeping area, and he listens, and he fiddles with his clock, and he tells himself that it is not so long.

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    Rocky has lived through the deaths of many of his friends. He does not want to lose Grace.

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    01 Jul 2026

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    awww

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    “I’m fine.” I swallow. My mouth is dry and my tongue feels too big for my mouth. “Just… stay with me?”

    Rocky presses a claw against the xenonite, just below my fingers. “Yes. I will watch you sleep."

     

    (OR: After Grace remembers how he came to be on the Hail Mary, he’s plagued with nightmares. Weak and sick from vitamin- deficiency after running out of coma-slurry, the nightmares reach a new fever pitch.)

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    14 Jun 2026

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    love love love

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    “I don’t know,” says Simon. “I don’t even know where we’re going, they won’t tell me.” He buries his face in his knees and arms again, and Grace hears something that sounds suspiciously like a sob. Maybe Simon’s eyeballs were sweating too.

    “You have to promise you’ll come back,” Grace demands, his own lower lip trembling. "Pinky promise!" He jabs his pinky into Simon’s cheek and pokes him with it until Simon looks up.

    Simon’s eyes are red-rimmed, but Grace’s glad that he’s managed to surprise just the tiniest smile from him. “I’m not pinky promising, that shit’s for babies,” he says, eyeing Grace’s extended pinky with mock disdain.

    “Then how am I supposed to know you’ll keep your promise?” Grace shoots back.

    “We gotta seal the deal with something else,” Simon says seriously.

     

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    A modern-day AU with no astrophage or the quiet rapture where Simon and Grace are childhood friends and met at a playground when they were eight.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    Grace was a chemistry guy: his world was provable and predictable. Every quantum physicist that Grace knew had a wild-eyed, pulling-my-hair-out kind of energy, so it felt like a very bad sign that the most grounded explanation for Simon's presence here might be "wormholes."

    Grace knocked his glasses off his nose to scrub his eyes, leaving them dangling from one ear. Talking to Simon had given him more questions than answers. What else could he observe about the man? What were the objective facts?

    He picked up his marker and wrote:

    -Handsome

    Really, Grace?

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    04 Jun 2026