I love this fic. Pitch perfect voices and characterizations, and some really wonderful turns of phrase. Here's my favorite:

“Never thought I cared about the sun,” he said, conversational. “A good lark, sure, but everything that really happens, happens after dark. So I thought.”

She nestled against his shoulder. “And now?”

“Something to be said for it,” he said. “Big fiery orb lighting everything at once. Extravagant, you know. All that heat vented off into a vast nothingness that’s got no use for it.”

I completely believe they'd have to dance around the issue before taking it on. This conversation, and the whole story, rings true.