[ Sticking with what you know. Skyler closes his eyes. He feels that. If what this guy knew was space, then what he knows is New Jersey, and how cold it got during the winter, and the shit public transit, and how the Atlantic roared, gray and forbidding, and how much you just hated when the Pats won every single fucking year. That's home. That is home. Not a warm beach, tropical waves, treehouses, the name of a yellow fruit he's forced to remember. It's... adjacent at best. It's certainly not anything he wanted.

He doesn't want this place either. It's just closer to what he would've wanted, had he imagined what hell would be like. ]

What, gravity? We pretend to escape it every single fucking chance we get. S'why we got roller coasters. Bungee jumping. Any excuse to forget we're stuck with each other. [ He didn't really take himself for a thrillseeker then or now, though. Skyler, despite himself, likes to play things safe. ] There's a place where I'm from - Ohio - that's so disgustingly flat and boring that most astronauts come from there. They're trying to get off the fucking planet. [ He tilts his head. ] Can't relate, but then again, I didn't really wanna die either.