I sigh. “My original crew was three. Now it’s just me.” I put my hand up against the divider.
Rocky puts a claw on the divider opposite my hand. “Bad.” “Bad bad bad,” I say.
We stay like that for a moment. “I’ll watch you sleep.” “Good. Me sleep,” he says.
His arms relax and he looks for all the world like a dead bug. He floats free in his side of the tunnel, no longer hanging on to any support bars.
“Well, you’re not alone anymore, buddy,” I say. “Neither of us are.”