"You still staying there with him, darn cat?" It's just wrong that he can't even use his usual nickname for Da Qing on this awful ship. He grimaces at the slightly alien shape of the censored word in his mouth.

He's sort of seeing the shape of it in that defensive edge to Da Qing's tone: and, honestly, he's glad to hear that Zhang Shi isn't living in his house as well as living in his body. He ruffles Da Qing's ears, scratching in that good spot at the base of the right one.

"I was thinking when we all make it back home, maybe I'll buy us a house. I've got the savings. Someplace with a garden for you to watch the birds, and a big cat tree by a window."

Someplace without all the memories of Zhao Yunlan being gone.