They were out of the debris field by the end of the next day.
Looking out at space around them, it seemed just as empty as it had been before; not even a trace of the gargantuan floating graveyard they had spent three days sailing through.
" ... Did he ask you anything about it?" Kirie asked, sitting down at the cafeteria table for breakfast.
William popped the lid off of his drink.
" Hasn't even breathed your name," he replied. " I got myself a little tangled up in his secrets, too, so I think he sort of gets it?"
" I just wonder how much you really like him," she replied awkwardly.
" Don't worry about that! The answer is, a lot," he said, and smiled. " He's not so tough, you know? He's just standoffish."
Neda and Lesa joined them for breakfast as well.