292 days.
"Surgery?"
"Yup. My brain's that special."
Marui sits in the grass with Niou's head in his lap and fiddles with the fake hair of his wig. He misses Niou's real hair. It was white like the moon and the stars in the sky they gaze out on.
"That one's Orion," Marui says, pointing up at the stars. "Zeus put him in the sky. The gods did that sometimes for the best of heroes so no one forgot them. It was an honor to burn in the sky."
"Stars don't combust or burn. It's more like a nuclear reaction."
Marui threads his fingers into Niou's wig and wishes he had his wild white hair. People don't think about something as stupid as hair because hair grows back, it's replaceable. People are replaceable too, but no one ever thinks about that because they don't want to.
"He had a dog, right?" Niou asks.
"Yeah. Sirius."
"Like in those Harry Potter books you read."
"Yeah, just likes those books."
"Never read 'em."
"I'll bring next time I'm over."
Niou smiles as if to say, if there is a next time.