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Four
Jayne paced the length of the bunk, aware that Frank was watching him and getting more and more annoyed by the minute. Knowing her, she had experience with something like this and therefore could sit there all calm and collected like, but not sharing that information was a blatant breach of their partnership. He didn't have a rutting clue what to do, and gorram it, he could use her help! "Ya just gonna sit there?" he finally asked mid- turn.
Frank sighed. "What do you want to hear, Jayne? Boone has the right to not be here if he doesn't want to be."
"Well ain't there a way to make 'm come back? Let 'm know he's welcome?" he asked in exasperation. This wasn't like a normal fight. Boone left, and even now that he was back, he wasn't really back since he was staying in a passenger bunk. At least Frank came back with him instead of running off too. Though if he were truthful, which he wasn't all that often, he would admit that even Frank just wasn't enough anymore. No, there had to be some kind of fix-all that would bring things back to the way they were before.
Frank stood, muttering something under her breath that sounded vaguely like Russian. Jayne flinched, knowing she reserved that for when she was about to hurt someone and that he was the closest target. "You both are hopeless," she exclaimed. "Neither one of you have the balls to admit what you want."
Jayne bristled. "Ya both know what I want, I stated it clear as day. That's what got us inta this mess."
Frank shook her head. "You may think you know what you want, but you haven't even scratched the surface of why you want it." And without another word, she climbed the ladder and slammed the hatch behind her. Jayne stood a moment longer in confusion, not understanding what she'd meant, before he turned and started pacing again.
It was going to be a long day.