[Sam had kept himself as fit as he possibly could. It wasn't just for his job by the end of it, but for Tess and Eve. He didn't want to go back to Earth looking like a lumberjack with a paunch, had had his hair cut and shaved himself clean in preparation for the launch home. Some days he hadn't wanted to get on that treadmill at all, but an astronaut had to be in a certain shape, and who wanted to welcome back their husband plus thirty pounds after him being gone for three years? Sam wouldn't do that to Tess, wouldn't do that to his job.
Or himself, really; he liked being slender, even if he occasionally had to put some effort into it. He may not have had killer abs, but he had what was needed for his job. He had what he'd had when he left Earth, or so he thought. He was fine with his body.]
Why would it make me bitter? [It's an honest question. He sees where one might think that, but Sam can't really hold it against the moon, of all things.] It didn't do anything. It just had, it had what we needed. It didn't, it wasn't something that was out to get me, or whatever you'd call it. It's not the moon's fault. It's the people, it's the industry. The heads in charge. I don't know, maybe the economy. The prices of training, of shooting off what they'd need, it's got nothing to do with the moon. I mean, I lived there. I know there weren't spies on it, running around, making sure I never knew the truth.
It's just the moon. Being the moon. That's not its fault. I'm not...it's always been there and always will be. No reason to get bitter at it. I'm not a werewolf or anything.
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Or himself, really; he liked being slender, even if he occasionally had to put some effort into it. He may not have had killer abs, but he had what was needed for his job. He had what he'd had when he left Earth, or so he thought. He was fine with his body.]
Why would it make me bitter? [It's an honest question. He sees where one might think that, but Sam can't really hold it against the moon, of all things.] It didn't do anything. It just had, it had what we needed. It didn't, it wasn't something that was out to get me, or whatever you'd call it. It's not the moon's fault. It's the people, it's the industry. The heads in charge. I don't know, maybe the economy. The prices of training, of shooting off what they'd need, it's got nothing to do with the moon. I mean, I lived there. I know there weren't spies on it, running around, making sure I never knew the truth.
It's just the moon. Being the moon. That's not its fault. I'm not...it's always been there and always will be. No reason to get bitter at it. I'm not a werewolf or anything.