A/N: To finish off with, here are a few more all-dialogue half drabbles. All Mal and Simon talking, of course.
Longing
"I find myself thinking about it all the time. On Osiris I could get it whenever I wanted, I guess I took it for granted..."
"Fine. Next port, I'll find you some mouldy, blue-assed gorram cheese–"
"Blue vein."
"Whatever. Now would you kindly shut the hell up about it?"
Learning
"It feels...strange. A little...big."
"Conjure it's a mite disconcerting at first, maybe even feels downright unseemly to one raised with values such as yours, but you'll get used to it. Just takes some practice is all."
"I just never imagined I'd need to learn to use a shotgun."
Loving
"Fact is, it's love. No other way of puttin' it, and no use denyin' it neither, though I've tried. Ain't an easy thing for one man to admit to another. Still, that don't make it any less the case."
"No, that makes...sense, I suppose. It's a very...nice ship..."
A/N: Thanks for all the encouragement and story alerts, these have been a lot of fun to write : )
