Scott certainly wouldn’t understand what it was like, although his time in the quantum realm might make him more qualified than most. “Yeah, I hear you. Family changes you, man.” At least, he assumed Peter considered his crew family - it seemed strange that they’d all choose to squeeze into a two bedroom apartment otherwise. “I went straight after my kid was born. Mostly.” The whole Vistacorp business had been more a Bad Choice for a Good Reason, Scott’s trademark.
The offer to go to space, casual as it was, had Scott’s eyebrows shooting into his hairline. He nearly choked on the sip of beer he’d been taking, though he managed to recover with only a little bit of dribbling. “Oh, yeah, okay. Cool.” He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. It probably shouldn’t have been so exciting a prospect, considering all he’d been through, but space. The final frontier. He could just chill out by the moon, no big deal. “Yeah. The moon. That’d be cool. Thanks.”