But for Sinclair the reasons behind this incident did not make any sense anymore. He didn’t care if there was a meaning, a point or a takeaway - he was just happy to get finally out of this mess. A little too much cutting he did recently - even for a chef.
“Mara, if after all this you will ask for a divorce – I won’t judge you.” He didn’t really mean it, but he needed to know that Mara forgave him. But she just laughed and clang closer to his chest as they lifted off the planet
“Divorce you? Now that our love has been testified by the Hubmaster himself?.. Never!“
This reply was more than enough for Sinclair and he was relieved to enter the new coordinates into the nav system. They were going home. At last. Mara’s hand was resting on his chest, and she seemed to be sleeping. The young man was looking at the HUD oblivious of the things unfolding around him.

But he...

had better...

...did so.