Author's Note: Building off of chapter 9, a drabble and a half, Scott and Conrad at Gran Roca.
Gran Roca was far enough away from any towns and cities that light pollution (as mitigated as it had become in recent years) wasn't even a glimmer.
Scott hadn't planned on spending the night on the roof, but he couldn't bring himself to drag Conrad back down into the house. Besides, it wasn't that cold at night in Arizona in March, he just went down and brought a couple of blankets back up with him.
Conrad was mesmerized by the night sky, his arms wrapped around himself as if he were trying to prevent himself from exploding from wonder.
Never taking his eyes from from the stars above he murmured:
"I really have to thank your grandfather, this is...this is just so incredible."
Scott chuckled, wrapping an arm around him.
"Better than the Bahamas?"
Conrad just leaned into Scott. Warm and happy.
"Best birthday ever," he whispered.