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♡ — to hear how mal says i love you without saying ‘love’
THERE’S SOMETHIN’ to be said ‘bout a ship without jayne aboard. lotsa things, actually. mostly good things, an’ some HATEFUL things too. man never was well-liked on serenity, but lord if a crowd of folk didn’t show up for the service back on that tiny rock he’d called HOME. seemed quieter here without him, even though they were only one less. maybe because when he’d gone out it’d been in a BLAZE of gunfire, followed by frantic hollerin’ by the doc whose arms were slick with blood up to his pristine white shirtsleeves. CHAOS whilst everyone flitted and fluttered, suddenly eager to join up around their own an’d do everythin’ in their power to keep him here. family was a STRANGE thing, that way. suppose that’s what they were, after all. a family. maybe that’s why, despite the merc’s smarmy demeanor and toxic attributes, mal found himself SORRY to see him go.
walking away from the infirmary where simon’s role had suddenly shifted from doctor to UNDERTAKER, the captain listened to the ship as she began to settle. all that noise and RIOT had finally ceased echoing ‘round the interior and all they were left with was the distant hum of her engines. he pauses at the doorway to jayne’s bunk, a hand on the handle an’ he’s staring down the hallway. DEATH had a way of rattlin’ you, regardless of who it was. mal couldn’t quite seem to focus on the present moment. he pushed the door inward and climbed down the ladder. the place looked just as he’d left it, a MESS. it was warm down here, a heady stuffiness attributed to the door bein’ closed for so long.
steel-eyed gaze fell upon the callahan full-bore auto lock layin’ cross-ways on the bunk. he bent slowly to pick it up, running a calloused thumb pad along the metal casing. needed a CLEANING. an’ someone to take CARE of it. the captain turned back toward the ladder, gun slung lovingly in the crook of his arm. it was the LEAST he could do.