It had been another hard day, a full twelve hours of Vriska's taunting and the brutal memories of her death. However, the tears that had poured from his eyes onto his cheeks and chin were already drying as he curled up in a small ball, waiting for the release of sleep and the gleaming gold of Prospit. Soon, his breathing slows as he drifts off into his dream tower. Suddenly, he wakes up between the plush sheets of his bed on Prospit, blinking the light brown crust from the corners of his eyes. Smiling softly, he bobs up slowly from his bed, parting the covers and flying out the window like his idol. Subsequently, he grows faster and bolder in his maneuvers, flipping and twirling in spirals around his tower, then in his wandering loop across the planet. First he begins to smile, then giggle, with his sharp staccato cackle ringing off the golden sheen of the spire next to him. Soon, another figure clothed in gold begins to fly next to him, occasionally taking a turn too fast or too sharply, and would bump into the other, but he didn't mind. He was happy the other was there. Nervously, he puts out a hand, and his partner immediately clutches onto it, smiling back at him with a grin, just the barest hints of of neon green surrounding it. Steadily, they fly above the gleaming lights of Prospit, smiling at each other with a gleam in their eyes that, to each other, rival the splendor of the planet they are flying across. Eventually, one begins to awake, and they part, but they don't mind. They know they will soon see each other again.