John has to admit he’s still trying to get used to the idea of there being multiple Earths were apparently you really could be the next Spidey if you just put your mind to it. It’s kinda hard to get used to people like Howard talking casually about superpowers and yet still be working past their own close encounters.

And of course Howard’s more on the ball with the whole sex situation than he is. Kids. John can safely say he hasn’t had some - close to some – since he woke up on this boat and even back on Moya, it wasn’t like he’d been rolling in Bond girls either. The idea of getting shot up with some space version of a condom though…yeah, it didn’t sound any better on paper. It’s weird Howard hasn’t, y’know, put it to the test like any other guy but maybe aliens or Bucket List Sex wasn’t high on his priorities. Or something.

“Only whatever it was we ran into that first day out of the pods. Thank God.” John shudders. He’s not exactly a tentacle man himself. No offense to D’Argo. But at least D’Argo doesn’t run around shoving his tentacles where the sun don’t shine, so he’s thankful for that. “So that basically strikes off the humans as breeding stock thing.”