"Should be, 'less Kaylee goes and blows somethin' up in the engine room." He offered evenly. Mal didn't look at her, fixing his eyes on the blinking red light of the cargo hatch lift. He squinted as though scrutinizing something of vital importance. It was better than looking at her.
She dreams a champagne dream Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper Lavender and cream Fields of butterfliess, reality escapes her She says that love is for fools that fall behind And I'm somewhere in between I never really know A killer from a savior.
Her scent was making him crazy. This was why she made things go less than smooth. He couldn't just 'be' around her. Everything got all mixed up in ways he didn't even have words for in his gorram head, and then he'd go and say something that'd upset her and they'd be fighting again.
"As t'your bed, ain't rightly my place to presume. Could be you were givin' Simon or Jayne a goin' away present of your own. Or maybe Kaylee. She was in my shuttle earlier, takin' that vid card of you."
Like that.
He'd have winced if it didn't mean admitting he'd done it again. Instead, he shifted his gaze to the hatch. Suddenly he wanted a panel of blinking knobs and buttons to distract himself. His chest felt a little tight. Nothing was gonna stop her from going, except the one thing he couldn't do.
Here and now, will we ever be again? Cause I have found All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade Away, again...