Zoe had somewhat answered that, but Wash wasn't always that fast on the uptake. No, she'd probably be just as difficult to convince had the situation been reversed. Wash wasn't the only one to twinge at the pain; she didn't like inflicting it, but the Amazon didn't think his mind would go in the right direction without it. She stood slowly, "dismounting" her husband and the table.
"Because you ignite me to violent passions?" Before he moved, she was already buttoning up his shirt and fixing anything else she might have undone. "Because, husband mine, you shouldn't be here. I don't have a better answer than that. You scared me. I hit. Then I dropped you, which I'm a little sorry bout."
And, tempting fate, but maybe distracting him slightly, she leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. "I love you too. And I missed you." So what if he didn't believe her with the whole dead situation? She would have loved to lock him away in one of the apartments with running water and, believe it or not, food to cook - they'd not come out for a few days.