Grace tries copying the tones using the keyboard.
Rocky hums. âClose. Skip first note.â
âWhy? You always include that.â
âThis means⌠of Rocky, possessive. Of the speaker.â
âMy.â
âCorrect. But only for names.â
âSo youâre calling meâŚ?â
Rocky repeats the word: âMy Grace. Yes.âÂ
âAre there other Graces? Why do you need to specify?â
Rocky considers this, tapping his xenonite-encased claws idly against the floor.Â
âNo other Grace,â Rocky says. âWe just do this.â
âLike an honorific,â Grace guesses. âIt goes before everyoneâs name? Everyone you know?â
Rocky whirs in surprise. âNo, no, no. Not at all.â
âOkay, then who? What makes me qualify?â
Rocky is silent for a moment.
â...Does this offend Grace?â he asks, voice lower.Â
Grace blinks. âNo! I donât think so. Is there a reason to be offended?â
âGood,â Rocky says, relieved. Grace is starting to recognize what Eridian relief sounds like. âNo, no reason.â
âWho else do you call that?â
âYou donât have this on Earth?â
Grace considers. What for, friends? He couldnât call Marissa âmy Marissa.â That would be weird.
âI still donât know what it means,â he settles on. âSo I couldnât tell you.â
Rocky groans in frustration. Heâs a very impatient tutor. âWe just say it.â
âAre you my Rocky?â Grace asks. He hits the two keys to make the my note.Â
âI donât know!â Rocky says. âYou decide this.âÂ
âI decide? Who do you use it for?âÂ
âYou. Adrian. I will use it for my pebbles.âÂ
Grace blinks. âSo few?â
Rocky shifts. âI am⌠you do not have the word yet. Eridian who works alone often, not close to many other Eridians.â
âWhat, mechanical engineer?â
Rocky chitters. âAcceptable.â
âIs Adrian your only friend?âÂ
Rocky draws back, like heâs taken offense. âI have friends. Coworkers. But different.â
So just Adrian. And him.Â
âThis worries you,â Rocky says.
âAdrian is your mate,â Grace points out. âIâm not your mate.â
âCorrect. You are not. You do not like to be a mate.â
Grace isnât sure how to respond to that, so he ignores it.
âIâm your friend,â Grace says.Â
Rocky hesitates, for a second. â...Correct.â
âLike your coworkers.â
âNo.â
Grace sighs, rubbing his hand across his face. Okay, maybe thatâs fair. Itâs not like he felt about any of his coworkers like he feels about Rocky.
âBest friend,â Grace amends. âYouâre my best friend, too.â
Rocky hums. âAcceptable.â
âJust acceptable? Now you are offending me. Can you just explain?â
This makes Rocky fall silent for a minute longer than usual. Grace is half-ready to apologize and to say letâs move on and to retype his own name without the superfluous my.Â
âThe Earth âbest friendâ is not strong enough,â Rocky says finally. âIt does not translate this way.â
Grace runs his fingers through his hair, a little nervous, for some reason. âOkay.â
âIt isâŚâ Rocky pauses. He has to pause more often, now that theyâre not using the translator, to simplify his language. âIt means that I am not Rocky without my Grace. You are part of⌠of the whole. When I wake up, I think of you. When I work. When I eat. When I think I am going to die.â
Rocky speaks slowly, but itâs still a lot of Eridian for Grace to grasp all at once. Even as he works out the sentences in his head, he can feel hot tears rising in his eyes.
âIt means that when you are sick, I am sick,â Rocky continues. âAnd it means I will take care of you, because taking care of you is taking care of myself.â
Grace bunches up his sleeve, wiping it across his face, blinking furiously.
Rockyâs voice is soft. âSo Grace is part of Rocky. Grace is like a cell. You see? My Grace.âÂ
Grace is quiet, for a moment, trying to get himself together. When he speaks, his voice is shaky.
â...Oh.â
Rocky hums, pressing his carapace gently against Graceâs arm. âYou are leaking. Does this make you sad?â
Grace shakes his head, sniffing, crossing his arms across his knees and resting his chin on his sleeves. âNot at all.â
âGood, good.â
âI feel like that,â Grace mumbles. âJust like that. Just exactlyâexactly like that.â
âAbout your old mate?â
âDonât act stupid. You know Iâm talking about you.â
Rocky hums, burrowing closer. Grace curls one arm around his carapace. Thatâs not enough, so he leans over, dropping his head down so his forehead presses against the xenonite.Â
âMy Rocky,â Grace whispers in English.Â
âMy Grace,â Rocky echoes in Eridian. Grace can recognize the note at the start. He will add it when he plays Rockyâs name.Â
âHow long have you called me that?â Grace asks. âMustâve been a while. I didnât notice it change.â
âLong time,â Rocky agrees. âLong, long time.â





















