He didn't want to return to the spacecraft. Not at all. He returned frequently enough in nightmares, thank you very much. It wasn't as if they were asking him, though. If he wanted the pardon they offered, he had to. And he did want it. For her.
Shego laced their fingers together, still a new sensation that caused his heart to swell.
"Think of it this way," she murmured, "after this, you'll be the only person known for studying alien technology."
He did like the sound of that. He liked the feeling of his Shego pressed against his side better.