"Yesterday for me. Years for her. I mean, I'm pretty good lookin' manly looking fella person but my charm only lasts so long 'fore she had the right to pursue other means. Nope, don't blame her.
"Funny thing, dyin'. Don't even got a scar! Seems unjust-like to go through all that then not get anything back but a ripped uniform," Wash mumbled.
Then, his cheek resting on his hand on the bar he tipped the glass to his lips letting the liquid stream into his mouth and ignoring the rivulets that streamed down his chin. He wiped off his chin as he rose his head again, wobbling on his neck, and thwapped Jesse in the arm.
"Hey, eyes! You got anyone back in the bunk? I wanna know...everything bout her, or him! if ya do. Maybe give me something to distract from my duldrum. Dong ma?"