“I bought over three hundred thousand lottery tickets,” he said with a simple shrug like it meant nothing. “In fact, I’ve been buying that many every year since you lamented on your sixteenth birthday that you’ll never get to stick your dick in a moon crater. Figured it had to pay off eventually.” “You did this for me?” I choked out the words and he shrugged again. “The moon’s your favourite thing in the world, man. And I never know what to buy you.”
