[ He stared off for a second, his chin on the pillow above Peter's head. He really hadn't seen anyone else? Hadn't been visitied by... Well, whoever would visit him down here when he was dying? There were people on the ship that cared, weren't there, other than him? And if not then why not?

He sat back up, blinking down at Peter as he mentioned Claire. ]

I saw her too, back when we jumped. Didn't think to tell you cause I reckoned you'd run into each other soon enough.

[ He paused, reaching up to stroke Peter's hair back, still looking away rather than right at him. He should have kept closer tabs on her. What if she'd wandered off into the corridors? What kind of father did it make him that he didn't even know where she was right now, or if she'd come down with this illness. He seemed troubled, embarassed, when he finally let his eyes drop down to Peter again. ]

Maybe I'll give her a call, see if she'll come see you now you're getting better.