With a small smile, Cassidy sunk down, stretching his legs out before him and he sunk to his elbows, nearly mirroring Mel's position, and he set the soda to the side. He looked up at the sky and sighed, "Thank you for having me." His eyes followed a particularly bright meteor across the sky and he shook his head. "Right now, thousands of people are doing the same thing. They're all looking up at the sky and appreciating something that is both predictable and chaotic. It's never the same, but every year, it's back, to dazzle us. I wonder, Mel. Do you ever feel small? I mean, insignificant in the way only the infinity of space can make one feel. It would be odd, to think that someone eternal would have a chance to feel that way, I think."