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[flybywash]

Wash is in the kitchen, going through the food stores and making notes on an inventory sheet. He's humming, quiet and tuneless.

Somehow, both "marshmallows" and "strawberry preserves" have sneaked their way onto the list.

Call the second one an extremely early wedding gift.

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[flybywash]

"It's nothing, I'm fine," Wash lies. "Just had a...." He waves a vague, still slightly shaky hand, then rubs at his eyes. "Thing. I'm shiny."

Slow, steady breaths.

"Think it might be a good idea if I talk to Mal. You know if he's gonna be up soon?"

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

She gives him a skeptical look, but lets it slide for the moment.
"He should be. I can go wake him if you'd like."

[flybywash]

Wash bites his lip.

On the one hand: nightmares. Mal's gonna need all the uninterrupted sleep he can get, and grumpy captains do not a fun time make.

On the other hand...nightmares.

"If you can manage it in a way that puts the blame on natural forces and not his pilot, sure." He musters up another smile, this one a little more genuine.

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

She gives him a small smile back. At least Mal should be able to find out what's wrong.

"I think I can manage something. Hot tea usually has a rousing effect and I can usually guilt him into making breakfast. Give me 15 minutes or so and he should be down."

[flybywash]

"Ah, bribery and guilt trips: the stable foundation of any good relationship." He grins. "Shiny. Thanks, Inara."

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

"Of course. Just don't expect this everyday." She quirks her eyebrow at him and stands to leave. She reaches over and squeezes his shoulder gently, then walks out towards her shuttle.