Whoops. Remember when I thought I would write a fic based on the short little Jack/Andy scene we got this week? So, I did that. :) Andy's gaze shifted when Jack answered her question for a reason. She felt uncomfortable. I definitely feel like there's still things there, even though obviously now none of them will ever act on it. Bleh. This came to my head. Little drabble thing. Enjoy.

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"So, how are things with Inara?"

How are things with Inara. It's a simple enough question, he supposes, and still it causes him to pause, to think, to think a little too much. He should not be thinking this much, because it should be an easy question to answer, but here they are, sitting across from one another, and she looks so good, her hair, it's different, more natural somehow, and suddenly it's a very hard question.

He doesn't want to answer it. Not right now. He wants to stare at her some more, first, hopes that she doesn't notice, because while he's ready to stare openly at her, he's not ready for her to say anything about it. God, she's beautiful, she's something else, and would he be a horrible person if he ever thinks about her in times when he shouldn't, times when he definitely shouldn't be thinking about another person but the woman whose boobs are currently in his hands.

It's safe to say that he's a horrible person because he misses the way she feels, the way she feels in his hands, and how she arches her back, how she moans in this sweet, quiet way when he makes her come with just his fingers. How's Inara – yeah, that is a very hard question, but it's also because he doesn't know, not really, not just because he hasn't invested much of himself into her, other than taking care of her and her son, and he can pretend that's the only reason he hasn't moved forward with her but it's not.

She's the reason. Sitting here, hands in her lap, hair silky and smooth, in thrown beachy curls around her face, she is the damn reason. Andy Herrera will always be his reason. His reason for other relationships never working; his reason for his inability to love another person in the way that he will always love her; his reason for smiling, for laughing, for being.

He forces out an answer, but it's fake and she takes it as real, he knows she does, by the look on her face, and how she looks away so that he can't see her reaction. Does she love him too, still, just as intensely, just as much, and does she want anything more from him than this – this friendly thing they have going on, because he wants so much more from her, does he ever, and it's been so hard to keep it a secret and this is all for her.

He couldn't live with himself if he ruined a perfectly good marriage for her, and so he swore to himself, and to God, that he wouldn't, he wouldn't do anything to ever jeopardize her and Robert's future, and in the moment he's so glad that Maya interrupts them, because it saves him from asking anything more about how she's doing, how her and Sullivan are doing, because on one hand he hopes she's doing well, and on the other, he really, really, does not want to know.

All he wants is to see that beautiful smile take over her face, and he does, because her best friend, without fail, makes her happy, and he loves Bishop for that, loves her more than words, but never as much, and as strongly, as he loves her, loves her in that stupid, deep, romantic way, and he will never, ever, stop. His heart beats for her, and it will, until it's very last one. It fucking sucks, but he would never have it any other way. Not a chance.