As per usual, Declan tried to explain things and Aoba failed to understand, not from any fault of Declan’s and his attempt at describing things, but…it was like a bird trying to describe flight to a turtle, or something like that. Aoba guessed it wasn’t possible for Declan to jump to an hour or two from their destination, and didn’t want to sound more foolish by asking, so he didn’t.

How bad could a day in a small ship be? Maybe he’d be too busy gawking out the windows to even notice the time go by. It was possible. He was going to be traveling in space, and that wasn’t even possible for the common man in his time.

The obvious turn of tone in Declan’s voice caught his attention again, anyway, and Aoba would have sworn his heart did a funny little wrenching thing. Declan was a big puppy.

“Yeah, like I said, we’re on our way back," he reassured his endearing host. "Be there in twenty minutes or so, okay?”