A/N: Short little fic idea that came into my head, and wouldn't leave until it was written
Star Light, Star Bright
"Alright Dreamer?"
"Alright Mot," Galileo said, grinning at the blue haired girl. "What you up to?" he asked, curious as to why she was just sitting, knees up at her chest, gazing into the sky.
"'M talkin' to the stars," Mot told him. "See, we all look up at 'em right?" she began. Galileo considered this for a moment.
"Yeah, we do," he said nodding. Mot grinned.
"What people don't know is that the stars look back."
Galileo's eyes widened, sitting down beside her with an awed look before frowning. Mot was known for her flights of fancy - which he thought made perfect sense, though no one else seemed to - and it was recommended to take some of what she said with a pinch of salt. "Do they? Really?" he asked her. She shrugged.
"Not really Gazza," she sighed, wrapping her arms around her legs. "I know they're just balls of gas burin' millions o' miles away … still, nice to pretend occasionally," she said, returning her gaze upwards. Galileo copied her, and the two sat in silence.
"I think I like your version better," Galileo said finally, looking at Mot with a small grin. "S'boring the other way." Mot grinned back at him, and the two turned to look back up at the sky, sitting in a more companionable silence this time.
Eventually, Mot stood up, stretching light. "Gonna go get some sleep, see ya later Gaz," she said, waggling her fingers at him. Galileo nodded back to her, continuing to sit, looking up at the sky. It was where Scaramouche found him a short while later.
"Y'alright Gazza?" she asked, "never seen you sit so quietly before," she added, a grin playing on her lips. Galileo grinned back at her.
"Was just talking to the stars."