I don't know... I've never been good at wishes. At least not ones that counted for anything. An optimist would say the night is yours for wishing on whatever you want, I guess... a pessimist might say it doesn't count. A pragmatist would say it doesn't matter, and a realist would say wishing on space rocks is just silly."
She shifted a bit, spreading her legs out in front of her and leaning back on her elbows, her head canted towards him. It was rough seeing him like this, and while she had no idea what was going on, it was obvious it was bothering him down to the bone.
"We could be fatalist, and just admit that someday, one of those rocks will hit the earth and destroy it."