Kissing, as far as he was concerned, was an acceptable way to pause a fight for a trip to the hospital. Wash accepted her help in getting up onto the mule, but that was where it ended.
"No rope. As fun as that would sound in our bunk sometime, I'm your husband and not your baggage. I can hold on just fine." As if to prove that very point, his arms slid around Zoe's waist, his hands gripping onto each other. When the mule was started up, he'd have to raise his voice to be heard over the rumble of it's engine.
"You sure it's a good idea to leave the ship alone?"