He shifted a bit to accommodate her, keeping the blanket secure around the two of them. True, he didn't much care for stargazing, at least not enough to make a thing out of it. Though there had been many a night out in the backyard on summer nights, just him and a bottle of bourbon. Nights were tranquil times. This was no exception, though he had come out here with her not to see the stars, but to spend time with her.

"Perhaps, perhaps. At least for this time of year," he half-joked back. She wouldn't have as much problem getting him to agree in the warmer months of the year.