"Just making sense out of chaos," she says with a smile: that's what constellations are, stories told year from year by wondering stargazers to make the void and their place in it a little less random. Humans are all the same substances: in a way, it's not that different to look at Davin's freckles and find a line between them.

She wraps her arms around his waist to lean into the picture, grinning vaguely in the phone's direction. It's not bad - definitely instagram worthy.

"Yeah," she says, tipping her head up at the touch. "I'm more of a nebula with all this going on." She gestures at her face roundly with a smirk. She's learned to appreciate her freckles but she didn't, always. They're probably the most noticable thing about her, and kids aren't always kind.

She leans past him to grab hers and raises the shotglass toward him. "What are we drinking to?"