Good.

[He settles in next to Hiro, shrugging the pack off his shoulder to set it between them and unzipping it the rest of the way to reveal some snacks and a few more drinks wrapped to keep them cold. Perk of being an astronaut. You know how to pack food to last. Shiro makes it a point to remember important things and Tadashi's brother qualifies and then some. The snacks are all kinds he knows Hiro likes. He leans back on an elbow with a sigh, wincing as muscles in his back protest and then settle. And he - finally - starts to feel himself relax.]

No moon tonight. Perseids should give us a good show. What total count of falling stars are we trying to beat this time?

[Shiro is pretty sure Hiro is going to humming bird his way through the soda by the time the night is over.

He should probably apologize to Aunt Cass the next time he sees her for that...

But that's part of Meteor Night. It just wouldn't be the same without the right kind of soda and snacks. Which reminds him to fish a soda for himself out of the bag. That should last him the rest of the night. He makes a snorting noise as he sits up to pop it open and gestures with the hand that's holding it at the boy next to him.]

I can count you under the table, Short Stuff. You want to make that a bet?

[Shiro's smile goes a little crooked, quirks the edge of his mouth, as Hiro goes sly on him. And he snorts at the challenge.]

Money? Really? That's the best you can do? [He leans back on an elbow, stretching out his legs - and then sits upright with a snap and a point of his finger as the first fast flash of light streaks the horizon for a moment and vanishes. The smile that spreads over Shiro's face is young and delighted and innocent for a moment. And then he hums.] Money's not worth making a bet over.

[Now that things are getting serious, Shiro pulls his legs in, sitting up to prop his arms over his raised knees. You'd think someone that had already logged hours on spacewalks would get jaded about things like falling stars but it's worked just the opposite for Shiro. Already the lines of tension he usually carries in his lean face are starting to loosen and relax and the smile is lingering at the edges of his mouth. He might look absorbed in the skyline but his mind apparently isn't. One shoulder moves in a shrug.]

Something interesting. Something worth winning. Like - if I lose, I get you full access to some training in the Garrison flight simulator. Or some tech talk time and a peek under the hood at the new drive they're developing to get our team all the way out to Kerberos.