<span style="color: #0080FF">"We might be a little late for eternity. No harm in trying anyways, though."</span>Tarrok sighed. It was an odd sentiment for the experienced mercenary. Time was money, and time was valuable. Making the most of every minute of every day was just good sense. Just enjoying downtime for the sake of enjoying downtime would have baffled him years ago.<br/><br/>Tarrok drew the covers over them both. Just up to the waist, not too high. Aiko had technically shared his bed since she'd come aboard. They'd figured out after a point that their combined body heat made much more a bit uncomfortable.<br/><br/>He couldn't take his eyes off the feline resting atop his chest. Aiko looked so contented, so perfectly serene in his arms. His right slipped around her tiny shoulders, his left resting at the small of her back. Every line, every shape of her was elegant and perfect and precious.<br/><br/>This is what people meant when they talked about opening up to one another. Why caring so much about someone else was so worth the price. Your typical saiyan would never have understood one bit. Irony of the universe, beings so obsessed with strength and power would be so afraid of giving even the littlest bit of themselves, unwilling to bear even that.<br/><br/>Tarrok held Aiko tight, as if the universe might try and snatch her away.