"Making Rachel blush was always funny. She never seemed to be the type, even as a little kid. Rachel's tough. That just made it more fun to help Aunt Naomi make her flustered." He grinned. "I guess I lucked out, mom and dad were pretty good at giving us space. They didn't tease too much, and when they did it wasn't bad. Mostly because dad sorta sucked at it, and mom saved her cutting wit for when we deserved it."

He missed his parents, his mom. It had been years since he'd been able to rely on them, but he still missed them.

"Yeah, it's dangerous. But enough things happen on the ship that it's not a whole lot more dangerous than just being here."

He'd ended up in the middle of a war at fourteen and he hadn't managed to find his way out yet.

He stroked Bobby's head, not looking at her. He didn't feel ready to teach. He didn't even feel ready to talk to her for long periods of time, and he was pretty sure teaching invovled lots of talking. "Eva's better at teaching. I'm just good..." what was he good at? "Being here."