also personally if i was adrian. yeesh. imagine your husband leaves for a half a century on this noble quest and might be dead. turns out he's not! genuinely the best day of your life! but when he returns it's with a weird alien he's now really reliant on and feels codependent and PSTD feelings about and has probably had sex with. and the creature doesn't even have the fucking self-respect to have a decent exoskeleton and leaks all the time and needs its own specialised environment all this nonsense. your husband very probably had sex with something that lacks an EXOSKELETON how fucking cringe. anyway you complain to your friends so much that they're like "divorce himmm" and they send you links to space lawyers and you're like 14 seconds away from divorcing him even though you kind of feel bad due to the ongoing PTSD because you're really tired of the creature rubbing its anal gland all over your new carpets when your husband's like "by the way it only lives for eighty years and it's already forty". ohhhh eighty years? it's already halfway through? lmao? okay yeah we're fine actually. keep your weird creature it'll be dead next Thursday. that's cool. i'll sit over here. it's cool i'll wait :) no rush :)
