He motions vaguely with his hand. "You'd think." David knows he would like to at some point in his life, but it's not going to happen. Maybe for his grandchildren, if he ever has any.

He leans forward onto his knees and closes his eyes. How the hell does the man's hands feel so good? He closes his eyes and while he's still talking, his attention is focused on the easing of tension. "We can go out on the surface with air masks. Everyone's drilled on their use from a young age for emergencies, but..." He shakes his head lightly. "I'd rather they not be necessary at all."

They could see the planet, but they were still apart from it in so many ways.