“I’ll be sure t’make other arrangements this year.”
Truth told, his birthday more often than not just passes him by. Out here in the black, keeping track of days and nights is hard enough, no never mind months and dates. All seems just a little arbitrary. What is it River had said? Day is a… somethin’ mode of time measurement based on solar cycles?
But there’s more serious things need tending to than cakes and birthdays. Hell, this point, he’s fifty-fifty whether to hold out hope for his next one. But even in the fact of that, it takes a long moment for him to shift to the seriousness the situation requires.
He likes to irritate her. Doesn’t much like to worry her.
Some things can’t be helped.
“I’m expecting to run into a little trouble off Constance.” A little. Hah. “Gonna need your help. Don’t think the others’d much like what I’m asking.”
Doesn’t think she will, either, but thinks she’ll keep a promise.
she likes to remember things like birthdays — it makes this all a little more NORMAL and bearable. besides, jayne always had fun on his birthdays.
there’s always moments of HESITATION when mal asks for help — you never know what end of the verse you’ll end up at, or what kind of PEOPLE you’ll be running into. inara’s first instinct is to dig a little deeper, but then part of her KNOWS she’ll maybe, just maybe end up refusing.
her shoulders straighten up a little, and she notices the seriousness that has CROSSED his face like a shadow over the moon.
well, the rest of the crew doesn’t want to do whatever it is.. this is getting weird.
she grows a little serious too.
❛ it’d be nice to know what you’re asking, though, mal.. ❜
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