Paul's unit was one of the executive apartments on the ground floor of the residential wing. Here, with lush green plants and moist warm air, it was almost possible to forget the harsh climate outside if it wasn't for the lousy gravity.
I was glad Paul had insisted to have my hand scanned for access to the unit. Habitat Operations had been reluctant, but after that huge fight with my sisters over my relationship with a Pristine, I had nowhere else to go. I held Paul with one hand while I fumbled with the door's access lock.
I opened the door, parked Paul on the bed and covered him with a blanket.
What now?
I let my gaze roam over the interior of our bedroom and lingered on the wall screens displaying pictures of us. One with both of us dressed up in our best, and Paul holding up his Sc
