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Simon Tam (i_conform) wrote in we_coexist,

"Snow's not like the rest; snow's a little more natural." Simon winced when he thought of what he'd just said. The amount of snow they'd just been through wasn't natural, not at all. Thankfully, Mal didn't know how Simon was connected to the zombies; maybe it was his Alliance elitism, but he doubted that Mal had bothered to pick up a paper to see that Simon had linked to the undead outbreak.

He didn't ask to sit, but instead, just settled on a box. His hands rested on his knees; he was dressed in the Earth-That-Was gear, suiting the current time rather than the clothes he'd worn on Serenity. Simon had liked fitting in when it suited him, and for now, it suited him to fit in here in the City.

He looked back at the current topic of conversation, his hands absently rubbing at his knees and thighs before he settled into leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Then again, Serenity's been through worse. She's a good ship." See, he was trying to make nice, even if it meant he'd have to be nice to the captain. Why Mal was able to get him riled up sometimes, the good doctor Tam would never know; no one else on the crew could ever make Simon feel so inadequate. Not even Kaylee when he felt awkward and just socially backwards.