Taking a deep breath, Wyatt pushed off the floor and stood beside his friend in a moment's silence. Just looking up at the skies made him feel incredibly homesick, but it was good just the same. Already he could see himself distracting Paul from the horrors of going to anything resembling a party with stories of how the constellations got their names...

Or something along those lines.

Clearing his throat, he turned his head with a small smile. "You did good, Glitch. Real good."