Funny thing, before Mila said mommy outloud Kallisto had already thought that when he saw her stand up. His eyes inevitably were drawn to her chest before he noticed and looked at her face. Why did it feel like he had no authority there? Mila looked at him the same way someone looks at a new puppy. It was a better reaction than he expected but he didn't know if he should feel insulted or not. Atleast being called cute by someone like her felt strangely catharthic, "Y-yes, I am. It's my first time leading an actual crew, if we aren't counting the academy," his head bounced slightly at her pats, "Neither did I, honest. When I repaired my suit I didn't expext I would be able to pilot it."
Was he seriously being forced to call her mommy no matter how he adressed her? Maybe she was just being playful, right? Either way, that with the wink made him flustered. Their conversation was a rollercoaster of different emotions cause right after that he was hit with a problematic and worrying description of the other two.
So the previous commander will probably hate me, fuck. And the other one- not as bad I suppose. I will just have to wait and meet her
he thought, glancing to the side before he was hit with yet another rollercoaster of a sentence. His flush, which was dissapearing, came back. So she was serious with the mommy stuff, I- roll with it.
"I-. . . suppose that wouldn't be- bad. . ." he struggled to come to a conclusion. If he accepted, would his leadership come into question? If he didn't, would Mila be angry at him? In the end he didn't want her to be angry. And he liked the idea. That was maybe the main thing.
He walked over and sat next to her. After a few seconds, he lowered himself and laid his head on her thighs, "Thanks- ehm- mommy."