"I mean, I'm not," he says, after a beat. "He called, like, right before I got in the shower, and then we were already late, and the kids were— you know, I just. Haven't had the chance to think about it, really."
His turn, with the chopsticks. Then, he just sort of holds them there. "I mean, I knew it was probably coming. I'm forty-one, I knew I was already kind of at the limit. And I've done four trips, which is more than most get to do." Rahi starts picking at the noodles, pushing the food around, until he feels like he can eat again. "Anyway, I said I was gonna talk to you about it."
"Baby..." Arman breathed out before setting down his chopsticks in favor of reaching out and resting a hand on the meat of Rahi's thigh. "The most important thing to me is what you want to do. Reid said it was just a suggestion, so if you want to keep doing it, you know I'm going to support you to keep doing it." He just wanted Rahi to be happy.
"And if you don't, that's okay too." He quirked a small smile before lifting a shoulder. "We get to keep you safe here on the ground, which is something I will never complain about." He squeezed gently before pulling away to give Rahi the room to think about it.
"Did he say you needed to make a decision soon?"















