It is like talking to a child. It really is. His eyes twinkle a bit as he plays dumb. I am forced to use small words so as not to use the back of my hand. Because I could surely hurt the little man. He is just like a child. Trusting, mischievous and annoying. A child. A child with the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, and infuriatingly messy hair, and blinding shirts. It must be true. I actually love him. How big was the lot? All the soldiers gambled for years saying that I'd never find a man. If only they could see me now. Lovelorn Zoe, leaning toward a childlike flyboy with no military background. Well. There's not many of them left anyhow. Mostly just Mal. And well, Mal doesn't know. He thinks I hate his new pilot.