Galactose
by feldman
His head and heart pound for lack of ready oxygen, but he won't go back to
the pod. Aeryn takes the cold thin atmosphere in stride and he follows her
example.
He sets his fingertips lightly on her jacket hem while she haggles, so she can't ditch him while he's staring at the sky.
It's like cream stirred into coffee, milky bright with starlight unchecked by the thin atmosphere. A galaxy that's the unabridged Les Miserables version of the Cliffs Notes Milky Way avalanches slowly into the horizon as the little commerce planetoid spins.
This is his second alien world.