He laugh without humor. "I know. It makes me sound like shit. But, they don't really need me. You saw what home was for me. They're probably safer with me here."

He looks at her, no judgement on his face. Peter can't pretend that it doesn't sting a little. He can see so many reasons to try to stay, find another ship or a planet somewhere. He sees one right in front of him. But if he can't find the guts to say it, part of him knows he can't expect it of her.

"So that's that, huh? Going back to knock them dead with your singing?"