A/N: Short one. Getting mad at the grammar in this is not good. It is purposeful. Please review.
Impossible.
She feels him get up. The bed moves slightly. His sigh is audible. She doesn't move. Feigns sleep. But knows he knows. He dresses and climbs the latter. Up before her? Rare. But she stays. Reluctant. Why'd he leave her? Piloty things? No matter. Really. She doesn't like him anyway. She told Mal that, at first. She had then, too. Just hadn't liked to admit it. Hadn't liked herself for it. It was trouble. Yes. He is. But she does like him. Got rid of the goofy mustache. The other goofiness is not disputable. It is annoying. But it's his. Hers. And yes, he can fly. Always. He loves it. More than her?
Impossible.