He'd thought about going home often enough. Thought about how he missed Serenity, missed the simple things like being in the sky, his crew, finding crime. Mostly it had been in abstract ways that didn't involve leaving people behind. Well, leaving Jaime behind.
It wasn't a good life for her, though, was it? They never really knew when they'd find work, nothing ever went the way it was supposed to, just about every member of his boat had been shot at some point or another. She deserved something more than that. That was if they were even going home. Part of him distrusted it, but even so, it was possible they were actually going home today. Did they just say goodbye?
He shut 'their' door before moving to the bed and climbing onto it, settling onto his side, facing her.
"What d'you make of all this?" He asked instead of offering his own thoughts. They were all jumbled up at this point anyway; he wasn't sure they'd make any sort of sense if he tried to verbalize them right now.