Wash remembers a time, when he still had a mustache, that him and Zoe used to go out dancing every night. Two weeks stuck on Persephone during a rare time when new and old enemies weren't looking for trouble. Wasn't much for a pilot or a soldier to do.
Their love had been new then and Wash felt like he could never kiss her enough or hear her voice enough. Hand in hand, they'd wander the dusty streets or dance on wood floors until dawn came up. Didn't even need a dance floor to be honest. The last day, they danced on a lonely bluff as the sun rose, blinding them to everything but each other.