That startles a laugh out of him. “The arthritis is because I’m sixty-two. Sixty-three this week, if I celebrate by the local calendar instead of adjusting for what time of year I died, back home. But, yes, more than that. My body’s relationship with gravity was altered, and my mind…my mind was exposed to the void, which left its mark on me.”

Best to be honest and open now. Perhaps if she encounters him on a Bad Day in the future, she’ll treat him kindly.

“I am prone to bouts of confusion, fits of temper. Sometimes hallucinations.”