Riley kicks back in one of the co-pilot seats, crosses his legs on the console, and lights a joint.
He listens to her gush about Shamus and how happy she is to not feel completely alone in the universe anymore.
"...Look, my point is," She says to him, "thank you for bringing me here. I didn't understand that I've always felt lonely, until tonight, when I felt something new to compare it to."
"You have no idea how much it gratifies me to see you like this." Riley told her.
Riley knows that his words come nowhere near to what he actually means, but how can you properly articulate something that the language you speak doesn't even have any words you know of that can truly describe how you really feel?
He snuffs the joint out on the heel of his boot and leans in close to the screen in front of him. "I owe you an apology too, Daeva."
"Why? You protected me as best you could, and you made my life better, like you always have. I love you for that."
"I need to apologize because I should have been smarter, more empathetic to your experience." He pauses to find the right words. "I should have tried to make a companion for you somehow."
"That's not on you, Riley. Parents make mistakes all the time, from what I hear."
"True, but, the regret is gnawing at me anyway." He said.
"Well, it's not a problem anymore!" She shot back with a type of smile that very literally lit up the room.
As they approached Gran Canaria, he re-lit his joint and kicked back like before, watching Daeva having alot of fun taking a couple of laps around the planet before continuing onto their original course.
After a while, without looking at him, she asks, "Where do I come from?"