[When Peter leans forwards and points up, Eleven scoots closer a little, leans in to align herself with this arm and peer up, following the line of his finger as directly as she can, as if that would make a difference. in doing so Eleven puts a hand on his arm, too. It is, perhaps, the most childlike way she's behaved so far with him, and she stares up at the sky in wonder for a moment.

For a moment, she just stares, lost to memories of mike who likes a movie about stars at war.

Different species, indeed.

She wishes she could take back how harsh she was to him in how she felt slighed.

Wishes she had another chance to forgive him for lying, once.

For now, she looks at Peter, face a little less guarded, a little more open.]

The library - yes. Books are good. I learn with them. Words, and I'm practicing writing. It's not very good yet. But talking has gotten better now.