Cal didn't know what else to say. So he repeated himself.
"What are you crazy?"
Keith stared out the window. His back facing Cal. Staring out into the blue marble. He wondered how much of the
ocean
was piss. How much of it was
plastic
. With enough water you could wash anything. Dirt. Blood. Oil. The problem was that they were running out of water. Clean water at least. Too much washing. It wasn't his problem anymore. He'd never be returning to the planet again. He felt sad still.
Keith turned around. "I didn't see a point."
Cal's lips quivered a moment.
"So she basically thinks you're going to return one day."
"Pretty much."
"Do you have any plans of telling her?"
"Nope. But I'm not in denial that I need to. Eventually I mean."
Cal wanted to spoil Keith's intentions. Tell him that he knew he was only doing it because Keith was scared. She would probably stop talking to Keith. Then his whole fantasy of being together with Marianna ceases.
What woman down on earth wants to be with a dead man in space? But Cal said nothing. Keith would have to tell her. But on his own timeline.