[ their fingers tangle together, and mon-el squeezes her hand for a moment, as gentle as he knows how on this planet where his strength is far greater than it's ever been. he wouldn't hurt kara even if he squeezed harder; she's one of the few people here he can't hurt inadvertently with just an ill-advised touch, and yet, he wants to be careful with her, more so than he's ever wanted with anyone before.
they go outside, and he watches her watch the stars. ]
Do you miss travelling? [ he asks, in lieu of asking if she misses krypton (of course she does) or daxam (of course she doesn't) or if she thinks the war was worth it, if she'd rather have let everyone die than be promised to the prince of daxam in a quest to unite their peoples enough to at least allow them to fight side by side. ]
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they go outside, and he watches her watch the stars. ]
Do you miss travelling? [ he asks, in lieu of asking if she misses krypton (of course she does) or daxam (of course she doesn't) or if she thinks the war was worth it, if she'd rather have let everyone die than be promised to the prince of daxam in a quest to unite their peoples enough to at least allow them to fight side by side. ]