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Luther tries not to think about what it means, that the laboratory unit is larger than the unit containing his accommodation.
It makes sense. Really, it does. He spends most of his day in the laboratory, and scientific equipment isn’t small — no matter how much money is poured into research and development to improve it for the Moon.
And the unit was made before his accident — his father couldn’t have predicted that Luther would end up so tall that his head touched the ceiling, or his shoulders were too wide for the narrow aisle.
He knows his father cares.
Really.