Their first camping trip together was going well. Day hikes around a forest of enormous trees, campfire roasted hot dogs for lunch, the tent went up without a hitch. All in all, a good start to something that had a long story ahead of it.
As night fell and the chirping birds gave way to chirping crickets, Phil started to worry. Stars dotted the sky and the whole of the galaxy was soon dancing overhead. Phil stared at the stars with a intensity rivaled only by the pressure occurring within each star caught in his gaze.
“An amazing view, isn’t it?” Max asked.
“Yeah. Yeah,” Phil said. For repeating one word twice, notes of suspicion and distrust were heavy in each syllable.
“You don’t like the stars?” Max asked.
“I don’t like what the stars hold. Asteroids, black holes, advanced alien life as of yet undetected by our technology. Space is a menace we know nothing about and it has us surrounded,” Phil said this while keeping his eyes on the majesty of the spiral arm above them.
Max was dumbfounded.
“I mean,” Phil started, realizing his particular outlook on the cosmos may be ill interpreted at first, “those stars sure are a mystery. Right?” He laughed a bit.
“So we’re at the ‘these are my strange, but deeply held beliefs’ phase now. Okay. Good,” Max said, nodding, “I feel the same way about the ocean. We have no idea what lurks in the abyss.” It was now Max’s turn to stare off in the distance.
Phil was happy Max reacted so well, but now he was afraid of the ocean. It was going to be a weird weekend.