Aoba saw that bit of wrinkled expression. No, he didn’t know exactly what it signified for he was certainly no mindreader, but it was there and Aoba made note of it. He wasn’t given much time to dwell on it, anyway. Ghost piping up again drew his attention, earning an incredulous splutter of sound.

“So it is ships, huh…. Where I come from, spaceships only happen in movies. I know astronauts made it to the moon a few times, but…the whole galaxy? No way. And I’ve never even been on an airplane. Trying to imagine flying through space…I can barely wrap my head around it.”

With a little sigh and resting his bowl on his lap, between his hands, Aoba carefully leaned his head back against the couch. It wasn’t painful, but his hair reported the sensation, the texture, as well as his palm might have.

“So…yeah. As normal as it may be to you guys…it sounds a little scary to me.”