"I can't wait." Which is probably unfair. Telemachus seemed nice enough in the conversation they'd had. But it's been a hell of a day, and hauling Nietzschean is not on the top of his list of favorite things to do. Though he'd probably have to admit if anyone asked that he's curious just how in hell he managed to wind up with Rhade serving on his ship.

He must have won his trust somehow.

"I get the feeling he's not. Apparently he's annoyed with me in the future."

Dylan and Julian straighten up together, Dylan's arm across Rhade's strong body taking most of the strain, and it is a strain, carrying a dead weight like that, or would be, if it weren't for his mom.

Besides, Dylan's a soldier and he's hauled plenty of wounded comrades back to safety on ops when there wasn't the advantage of a readily available stretcher and medical androids from his ship's med deck.

"Let's go."