As the sun had gone down and the stars had started to shine brighter in the sky, Priestly found himself staring up at them and wondering if, back in his world, any of his friends were staring up at the same stars, or whether those were different, too. He supposed if it'd paid more attention in science class once upon a time, he'd remember enough constellations to be able to tell on his own. He didn't have a lot of friends here and as much as he liked being around Amy, Priestly still missed home. He missed Jen and Trucker; Tish and Piper. They were his second family. It was difficult being here without them. He wondered to himself idly, as people started to finally dissipate and head home, if the girl with Tish's face was still roaming around. Or if anyone with his other friends' faces had cropped up while he'd been away. Part of him hoped not.
When Amy finally made her way back to the fire, as she watched it, Priestly watched her. She was beautiful all the time, she knew that he thought so, but watching her in the firelight softened her already gentle features and it made him smile a little to himself. To think that a girl like her could ever be remotely interested in a guy like him proved all of Tish's theories wrong and sometimes Priestly wasn't sure it was real. Like maybe he really was just having "that dream" again and none of it was really happening. Maybe there really was no Apocalypse; no pretty, leggy blonde who paid him attention.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah, you?" he asked, pulling himself out of his thoughts to focus on Amy again. He watched as she readied and then toasted a marshmallow, smirking slightly at the fact that she, too, liked to wait until hers caught fire before pulling it out. "This turned out pretty good huh, Ames? Not too shabby, I gotta tell ya. Nice work," he praised, his eyes moving back to watch the flames flickering against the darkness that was quickly engulfing the park as night fell.