[Maybe if he can distract her with small talk long enough, he'll be able to sweep up the mess on the table before she can go eating anything filled with glass. --Which is the plan, up until she asks that and god if there isn't something terribly pleasant about the question. Which is stupid. It's a stupid question and she means it honestly, but it's exactly the sort of smart assed remarks he used to get back home.
Moon base or no, there's a small little rush of homesickness and fondness that knots in his stomach.]
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Moon base or no, there's a small little rush of homesickness and fondness that knots in his stomach.]
I don't cut anything. It's just my name.