"I think it went pretty well. Ow," he winced.
"Sorry," she mumbled. "Stay still."
He grimaced as she continued to prod. "I'm tryin' to."
She lightly pressed the last butterfly closure on the cut under his eye. "Finished."
"Good. What's the news? Is it deep?"
"No. Could have been worse. Shouldn't have dodged it."
"When someone's fist is comin' right at your face, you'd dodge it too!"
"Right into the infirmary cabinet?" she countered.
"So I'm not the most graceful person in the 'verse. I knew I'd get hurt anyhow, but I thought it would be your brother's doin'."
She hung her arms loosely around his neck. "I wouldn't let him hit you. He needs to process. Give him some time."
He sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist. "One down, three to go. If he hasn't told little Kaylee already."
"He has. Two to go."
"Well, I think Zoe knows."
"She knows me better than I know myself. I'm sure she knew about us before I did."
She smiled. "Probably."
"So that leaves Jayne."
"Always the last to know."
He laughed. "True enough."
She suddenly looked pensive. "Will they be alright with this? With us?"
"You're the reader. I'm just the captain."
"My captain," she corrected.
"Your captain. Besides, if'n the crew ain't okay with you bein' my reader, then that's their problem. We'll do what we always do."
He smiled. "Exactly right, darlin'. Exactly right."
This is my last one. I've had a blast writing these and I hope you've enjoyed reading them. The load at school and work is simply too heavy to continue the weekly updates. I'd like to thank my readers, especially those who have reviewed, subscribed, or favorited. I won't stop writing other fics, so keep an eye out. Thanks again for reading.