[ suppose his inquisitive and talkative nature is serving as a boon for once in his life; Abel has gone and met the one man who doesn't mind being on the other end of Twenty Questions. maybe this union was fated in those stars Amos had explored, once upon a time? ah, what a pleasant thought.

but then there's mention of reactor meltdowns and a tsunami,

and eye parasites-- and Abel gives a soft, strangled, and very quiet exhale that leaves him as an: 'ah.' ah. yes. ]

Oh, good Lord... y-you've really been through the wringer, haven't you--? I guess space travel has always been romanticized in fiction and all that, but when you get down to the nitty gritties... u... ugh.

[ ..........gross?? horrifyingly so. mortifying. paralyzing. the 'Abel' sitting here would surely shrivel into a raisin, screeching long into the darkness of night at the prospect... ]