Habre beamed.
“Some of the jobs, yeah—tritium inspection isn’t thrilling. But there are universes out there just as amazing as this. I can’t just stay home when the whole multiverse is jumping up and down, screaming ‘look at me!’”
“I can understand that.” Habre stabbed her fork into a notably succulent-looking chunk of shawarma. “But what about family?”
“I have a great family,” I said. “I visit my folks every time I’m back on Earth.”
“Visit.” Habre took a bite, chewing with less relish than the dish deserved. “You’re a sensible, dedicated person. You deserve better than a visit.”
“Deserve again.”
“Haven’t you ever thought of a family? Or a life without all those silly regulations you endure?”
“Sure,” I said. “But there’s a whole bunch of universes out there.”
Habre gave me a little
