"You'll want this, then," Wash said nabbing a fork and digging in without the preface of slicing it. He savored the bite, amazed at the exactness of the taste and the memories that washed over him.
Wash considered what Jesse said carefully, scratching his grease blackened brow as he thought.
He swallowed and nibbled at fork before his blue eyes found Jesse's again.
"I...need to be your friend. Because, if I'm not, I'm not gonna be in Zoe's life anymore. I know...I know I'm not the one she loves but...I can't just lose her. And--I dunno--maybe I'm just making this God thing work because--because I want it to? Heh. I'm not good with the serious stuff, obviously."
He took another chunk of pie with his fork.
"I need Zoe. She's my best friend, even if she isn't my wife. And if I have to be her friend, and your friend, to be her friend then...I am. If that means I believe you're God--not that I don't doubt that that's a high possibility cause this pie--heavenly!, but if I gotta believe that bein' with God was the only way Zoe could be happy without me...I mean. I think I'm pretty great so...I can either hate you or be your friend. And I'm not really a fighter. Except," and he pointed the fork with the pie on it at Jesse, "when I'm really, inexcusably drunk. I never did thank you for-you know-not killing me."
He thought for a beat.
"Thanks for not killing me," he said and finally took the chunk of pie into his mouth. This was awkward.