The moon knows," is what he says, breath colored in liquor and a smile.
[...]
"The moon knows that we're in love."
[...]
"I'm filling the sky with my love for you," [...] "So whenever you look up, it echoes back."
"No matter where I am?" [...]
"No matter where you are," Louis affirms. "There's only one sky."
"We all share the same sky," [...] "But I should Always like to hear you say it," [...] "Not an echo. I want you beside me under every sky. Always.