"A telescope!" He blurted out, as though he was terrible with secrets. "That's brilliant! Truly. I mean it. A telescope, wow." His dark brown bangs flopped over, obscuring his gaze until his hand moved in to sweep his unruly hair back in place.
"Now that's a hobby. A telescope, why don't I have one of those? I love the stars. Absolutely magnificent—staring up at the sky. It has to be so frustrating here, the city's lights are so bright. How do you manage?"