“I still want to go, you know.”
“I forgot to bring you a drink,” he didn’t want to talk about that and he really had forgotten the drink, “I’ll be right back.”
She knew he was avoiding talking about it, but she chose not to call him on it and politely accepted the glass of water from him when he got back. She had needed it and she finished it quickly enough that he passed her his own drink to finish.
“I know you want to get away,” he chose to address her while she was drinking the second glass of water so she still wasn’t fully capable of responding, “but I am worried how you will cope isolated with us. If we go this time, it’s going to be for a while.”
“I know. We already talked about this. I won’t get to see other humans for a while, and I am fine with that. I don’t want to see other
