The bike slowed as Kylo considered that it had been a year on this planet. A year stranded. A year of...experiences. "I do not believe it," he said in half-conversation, half-reflection. While he could not say he relished this place or what it had done to him by locking him down he equally could not say it had been the worst thing to have ever happened to him.
A year was a very long time, even for one with an extended lifeline such as his own.
A year in whatever weird relationship they had was even more monumental.
"Is there anything you would like to do?" he asked as they drove off, unsure if he should use the word "celebrate" or not.