[a month.

the words have barely sunk in before he's twisting his fingers into the front of apollo's shirt and tugging him close all over again. sure, he may have spent a lot longer than that away from the carrier already. but that had been by a choice. a necessity that'd kept him away from apollo and jenny. coming back to the carrier had meant a return home, to a place that he had no plans on leaving behind any time soon.

clearly it's a choice he ultimately has little say in though, given their current situation.]

I saw you. You were there when I came back.

[home. because that's what the carrier is to him. what apollo and jenny will always be. but that was all only a matter of hours ago. not days. weeks.

he takes a moment to make another mental check of himself. to try and push the computer that little bit closer towards giving him the answers he wants. the ones he needs right now. but, once again, he finds himself coming up short. it isn't working the way it should.]

Maybe it was a month ago. [because that could explain it.]

Whoever's behind this-- Something's wrong up there. [a tap to his temple.] Maybe I just don't remember.