TW: It's not fluff but it's not angst, drabble

Honeydew was a fantastic pillow, except for the fact that he kept talking.

"All I'm saying," he was saying, "is like, has anyone actually everseen a star?"

"Yes!" Xephos replied. "We're seeing billions of them! Right now!" He gestured expansively to the glittering night sky.

"No, I mean like, up close."

"You mean like the sun?"

"Naah, not like that. Like, in space."

"The sun is in space, you idiot-hole," Xephos said.

Honeydew patted his head. "Yeah, but we're not. And besides, 's the sun. We see it every day, like. 'S nothing special. I mean like, a different star."

Xephos was quiet, listening to the ebb and flow of Honeydew's breath, his head rising and falling as the dwarf's stomach swelled and deflated.

"I have," he said softly.

"Yeah?" Honeydew asked, though his voice was gentle. "Back home?"

"Back home," he confirmed.

"What's it like?"

"Was," Xephos corrected. "What was it like."

Quiet fell between them. Honeydew's thick, short fingers brushed Xephos's shoulder, and he reached up to hold his hand. The dwarf sighed, and up above, the stars gleamed, old and distant friends, long lost.

"It was blue," Xephos said at last, murmuring a lullaby to himself. "Bright, bright blue. And the grass was this pale purple sort of color, and the skies were white."

"I'd've loved to have seen it," Honeydew said.

"I wish you could've, friend," Xephos sighed, and closed his eyes.

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