Alas, or perhaps just ironically enough, the question fell on deaf ears. Ghost’s little tour hadn’t taken all that long compared to how long Declan needed to nap, and Aoba found himself neither particularly in need of ‘staying occupied’ nor even able to compel himself to do so in the form of ‘staying distracted’.
He was roused from the copilot seat long enough to follow Ghost’s tour, but then returned right back to it. Staring out the windows, the slow shift of the stars was soothing, almost hypnotic. He’d professed no need for sleep, but forgot who he was. The zero-G hammocks had been infinitely more comfortable, but it was quiet and comparatively dark. Probably helped that his gear wasn’t nearly so cumbersome as Declan’s own, too.
Declan addressed a dozer, Aoba slumped in his seat in such a way that his shoulder was his pillow, the hood of his Hunter gear pulled up over his head to shade his eyes from what light there was.
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He was roused from the copilot seat long enough to follow Ghost’s tour, but then returned right back to it. Staring out the windows, the slow shift of the stars was soothing, almost hypnotic. He’d professed no need for sleep, but forgot who he was. The zero-G hammocks had been infinitely more comfortable, but it was quiet and comparatively dark. Probably helped that his gear wasn’t nearly so cumbersome as Declan’s own, too.
Declan addressed a dozer, Aoba slumped in his seat in such a way that his shoulder was his pillow, the hood of his Hunter gear pulled up over his head to shade his eyes from what light there was.