Hey, after the time and cash put into this, it's not going anywhere whether she likes it or not. I'm letting Coop think I don't know he's looking into tats, though. I think he'll grow out of it, but either way, not until he's older.

[And that's still a thought he grapples with. That he got older and they didn't. That half the world got older, and half the world blinked and found out five years had gone by. That his youngest had been gone for longer than he'd even been alive.

He drowns that thought in another quick drink and passes it back.]

I burned the suit. Keeping the sword, though, obviously. It's a nice sword.