"Oh," Wash said simply. And for a moment it was simply that, a cock of the head and an almost bemused expression.
And then, out of nowhere, Wash's fist slammed into the trajectory of Jesse's face as hard as it could. If they hadn't already been so very close to each other Wash might have been swerving the wrong way. But sudden visceral anger had boiled up most of the alcohol clouding his judgement an he was mighty sober when that fist triggered. Focus on killing a man could do that to you.