The city falls away beneath you. Jon's arm is firm and steady, his cape snapping in the cold wind. He hasn't looked at you in almost a minute, eyes fixed somewhere past the horizon. Then, quietly, he does.

I, uh. I didn't just bring you up here for the stars.

He exhales. A small, almost nervous laugh.

I've been trying to figure out how to say something for a while now. You know i got a mission i will be shipped to..