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Karl has never gotten the hype around stargazing. What’s so exciting about laying on the itchy grass and staring at unblinking, unmoving bits of light? Of course, maybe some of his opinion sprouts from having grown up in New York, where the skylights overwhelm the stars to the point that they disappear.
Right now, somehow, he’s watching the stars with Sapnap, who miraculously managed to convince him to participate in this activity that Karl cares nothing for.
However, out here, Karl can actually see the stars. They’re innumerous, scattered far past the reaches of Karl’s vision. Sapnap is pressed up against Karl’s side, the two of them sharing a blanket splayed over the grass. Sapnap looks so genuinely thrilled by this, and in some sense, it’s contagious. Karl can’t stop watching his eyes, the way they shine both with the reflection of the stars and the excitement he clearly feels every time he points out a constellation to Karl.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” He gushes, turning his gaze away from the stars to look at Karl for what feels like the first time that night. “Look at how incredible they are, the way they shine…”
“Mhm,” Karl hums in agreement, still blatantly watching Sapnap’s eyes. In the brunet’s opinion, they’re infinitely more beautiful than the stars could dream of being, more incredible than the stars could even hope to mimic, and they shine so much brighter and more beautifully, more incredibly than the stars could ever so much as attempt to. And now Sapnap’s eyes appear to be looking back at Karl’s.
Karl bites his lip, watching Sapnap’s eyes flick down to the movement then back up again. Karl watches Sapnap’s adam's apple bob as he swallows, before speaking quietly, “Do you mind if I-“ He cuts himself off, brow furrowing nervously.
Karl laughs nervously, worriedly, “Huh?”
“Nevermind,” Sapnap laughs, equally as nervous and unnatural as Karl’s, turning back to the stars. “Look, there’s Orion.”