He should’ve done better. He could have, if he’d planned. But Starrlight had only just launched when Sarah had grown so sick. He’d been young and flamboyant and caught up in it all, and hadn’t known what it’d mean to lose his mother.
He sat down cross-legged in grass, and played with a few blades of green.
A young woman over in another corner glanced at him, did a double-take, and then very obviously chose to turn away and not bother him. He wasn’t sure whether or not she recognized Kris Starr, or just wanted to give a fellow human being some space.
He said, eventually, “So I’m getting married, y’know.” The wind ruffled some overgrown grass in reply.