All of it puts him back in mind of the ship, a little. A little more than a little. He hasn't been... the most well lately, and he can hardly be stopped from running the entire gamut of worried parents everywhere. Back then, this kind of tense atmosphere had a forecast: somewhere there's been the social equivalent of a bridge collapse, and he should brace himself for the news. Things are better here, but with these two, in this house of refugees, he just--he doesn't know. Obviously they didn't break up, at least not catastrophically, but he doesn't know.

So he putters around trying to help or busying himself with side chores until dinner is set, and then eats quietly, listening too closely, and just.

...

"Sso," he says, "what's new?"