Could… go stargazing again sometime and find out. Could have another picnic.

[muffin chirps a small string of noises to himself, like he’s picking over his words too. his voice is soft and quiet, but close— he’s curled up around the angelcube in the dark]

The younger yous… were still you. Acted different parts of you and talked about things I didn’t know… but were still you. Wanted to be kind to them.