"Space-time what? We've changed things so many times, that I have no clue what it does," he said with a shrug. "I can't say I particularly care or I wouldn't have done it in the first place." Derek nodded. "Two years, one of which I spent here." It still felt like yesterday that he'd arrived. The drive to go back and inish the war hadn't changed in the least. "I... okay, if you can help, I'd appreciate it. It's not exactly something I've had to deal with. Ammo, radiation, starvation, those are things I understand. Vitamins weren't high on the list of things to worry about."
He propped himself on his elbow, while his other hand snaked under her top, thumb brushing against her nipple through the bra. "I have other ways to shut you up if it makes signals clearer." He didn't push though, his hand sliding down, still resting on her stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin. "Your stories-" He shook his head. "I grew up in LA. The only stars were cared about we we were young were pretty, with a nice rack and walking around the streets, and later there were no stars anywhere." He stared at her for a moment. "Why would you even think of staying with us?" he finally asked. It'd been bothering him since she'd mentioned it. It bothered him, because it made no sense as far as he was concerned. "There'd be so many dimensions you could go to, things you can do. You're smart, you can learn. You're the mostly likely to fit in no matter where you end up. Why mine?"