Page 20 of Whoops-A-Mate From Outer Space

He groaned. “That is one source of irritation among our diplomats. Many countries—including yours—try to push the boundaries of our offer. However, it is dangerous to provide technology that you are not ready for.”

I sighed. “We’re a volatile species.”

“Indeed.”

“May I ask what you were looking at on it?”

He smiled. “I was reviewing the results of today’s experiments from when the Lalyllte scientists ran them.”

“You already did this?”

He nodded. “Yes. However, we understand the human need for corroboration. We also deem it proper procedure to confirm results before proceeding with a project of this magnitude.”

“Can I see your results?”

“Yes…” he hedged. “But I would prefer you wait until after yours have concluded processing. I do not want our results to impact how you interpret yours.”

I considered, then nodded. “Fair enough.” I paused. “Are they good though? Is that why you were smiling?”

His blue cheeks darkened into that subtle purple hue that signified a blush. “While reviewing the results, I received a recording of my grandson. He is learning to walk.”

I grinned. “Congrats! You must be excited.”

He nodded. “I wish I could be there to see him more. But I am here so that he hopefully has a better future than current projections.”

“How many grandkids do you have?”

“He is my only one. My son and his mate had tried to conceive for several years and were finally successful.”

“How many kids do you have?”

He gave me a sad smile. “My mate and I were only able to have one. I was able to get him pregnant, but despite many treatments I was never able to carry for him, nor give him another.”

“I’m sorry.” I paused. “Is your mate on Lyll enjoying the grandbaby while you’re here?”

His face fell. “I… lost my mate… many years ago. Not long after our son came of age.”

I grimaced. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have pried.”

He shook his head. “Your inquiries were innocent.”

I nodded, then let out a nervous chuckle.

“What is funny?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Sorry. Intrusive thoughts made me think of a whole bunch of new questions.”

“You may ask.”

I held up my hands and waved them defensively. “No, no. I’ve already asked too much.”

He smiled. “I do not mind.” He paused. “The others… They are polite, but they have erected professional barriers. It is pleasant to discuss something other than our research, even if the current topic is an emotionally difficult one.”

“Are you saying you want to be friends, not just colleagues?”

A smile spread across his face. “I would like that.”

I grinned. “Friends it is then. And feel free to ask what you want to know about me as well.”