[L's own position shifts, hesitant and precarious as his knees budge over to allow the fluid motion. He may be positioned on top, but Hector, powerful and confident, seems like the one calling and directing the shots. He shivers at the warmth of the contact, feeling the pucker of gooseflesh responding in kind.]

Do you know...

[Slurred, just a bit. Being a bit drunk does make this easier.]

When I was a child, I wanted to leave Earth. I thought that maybe, someday, I could even go to Mars.

[Does this mean anything to Hector? Are his stars and planets even the same?]

The atmosphere distorts light, you know. Ever so slightly. Can you imagine seeing the sun rise, without all that interference in the way?

[Something else has definitely risen.]