Greg had spent a lot of his life looking up at the night sky. He never purposefully stargazed, nor did he study the constellations and planets past the basics that were required in school. He couldn’t recognize the shapes by name, or point them out at random. He knew the phases of the moon, but at certain points, he couldn’t as easily distinguish them. However, he gazed up anyway.
There was a peace to the night sky. He let it cover him like a large, black blanket, and it allowed him to stop thinking about whatever insanity had been going on in his life. Even for a few moments, there was nothing except stars. For a few moments, he wouldn’t have a care in the world and everything was okay.
Now, stargazing had a completely different meaning to him. Most things in his life had a different meaning now. This was a good thing. It was… just brilliant. But now, he was not alone as he stared up at the sky. Now, he was not the only one who would lie out on the cool grass (much to his initial surprise) and gaze. Sometimes there was complete silence between them. Sometimes, Greg wouldn’t say a word while Mycroft talked about astronomy. It was all so brilliant.