Epilogue. Wash.
It's possibly the most gorgeous sight he's ever seen. And not even because it's two hot guys down on the kitchen table, press and kiss and paw. Nope. It's two hot guys down on the kitchen table that he cares about. Getting along.
Long hard slow days where he never knew what the hell was happening. Felt himself swept up in the tide and went along for the ride. Not really knowing where he was heading. Not really caring. Thinking the one thing that mattered was gone.
But there's this whole ship of people. Counting on him. Driving themselves mad trying to help him.
And as Simon responds... As his hands cling to Mal's shoulders and he moans. And Mal moans. And they both know that he's watching and they want him there. It all snaps into focus. Except this time he's not hit with some horrible wave of pain when he thinks Zoe is gone and he's left with nothing.
No.
Zoe is gone and he's left with something just as good.
He grins, barks out 'Wait for me' and rushes to join Mal and Simon before they can get too far without him.