He wanted the day to pass fast, so they could do it again.
Once he’d tilted the seat back, and Carlo was a little more comfortable, he focused on the screens again. Every five seconds, he glanced at Carlo to make sure he was still sleeping. His elbow was close to sliding off the armrest, and Zenon considered moving it before it did.
He looked out into the black space, picturing what would happen when they got back. Would Carlo like his home? He had a nice place. It had been given to him by the leading female after his latest mission, and he’d only been living there for a couple of weeks before she demanded him be in command of this trip.
He couldn’t go on missions when he had Carlo.
Carlo moved, his elbow slid, and Zenon caught it with his tail before the jerk woke him. Gently, he guided the elbow back into a more secure position on the armrest.
Not until he was done, did he hear a third person breathing behind him. He turned, his face a blank mask despite wanting to look away.