I mean, we could, but it doesn't have to be that. We're in space, we've been space kidnapped—any date would count as a space date.
[For a moment, his expression grows thoughtful, although it's anyone's guess whether that's genuine or a put-on.]
I hear this thing visits planets, too, though. I'm not sure if those would count. They could be planet dates, I guess, but that's kind of obvious.
[His face gets serious but also softer when she displays her ring, though. Nate takes it in his, looking down at it and tracing his thumb over the band, before looking back up at her and resting his palm against her cheek.]
Nah. You keep it. It looks good there.
[Any other day, any other context, and this would be the ideal moment to lean forward and kiss her. It's not right, though. This will have to be enough.]
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[For a moment, his expression grows thoughtful, although it's anyone's guess whether that's genuine or a put-on.]
I hear this thing visits planets, too, though. I'm not sure if those would count. They could be planet dates, I guess, but that's kind of obvious.
[His face gets serious but also softer when she displays her ring, though. Nate takes it in his, looking down at it and tracing his thumb over the band, before looking back up at her and resting his palm against her cheek.]
Nah. You keep it. It looks good there.
[Any other day, any other context, and this would be the ideal moment to lean forward and kiss her. It's not right, though. This will have to be enough.]