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CHAPTER ELEVEN – Sympathy Pains

Harry reached the kitchen and found a pretty amusing scene. Mal was passed out with his head on the kitchen table, a small puddle of drool forming underneath his open mouth. The glass bottle he was hugging close to his cheek warped the appearance of the Captain's nose to look significantly larger than reality.

Zoe on the other hand was wide awake, her hand wrapped tightly around an identical bottle of alcohol as the Captain. Her head was down and she was slouched silently in her chair. She adamantly resisted looking up, though she no doubt knew Harry had walked into the room.

Harry took one look at the scene and the two other already empty whiskey bottles on the table and decided to pass on having a late dinner. "I know when something's none of my business," Harry explained calmly as he sat down in a chair opposite from Zoe. "But you don't look like you should be drinking alone."

Zoe sat there quietly for ten seconds before she sighed and shook her head. "Not now, Harry. I'm not in the mood for this. Simon just went through here. I'm sure he's still up if you're looking for someone to bother."

"Don't need the Doc," Harry nodded and explained. "But I can be a mighty good listener when the situation calls for one."

"Well then listen up," Zoe half-slurred and half-whispered looking up for the first time. She loudly snarled, "Go. Away."

Harry looked over at the quietly snoring Captain and Zoe's surprising surliness and defensive behavior. "Ahh," Harry hummed with a sad smile recognizing the hurt in her eyes. "It's one of those. So what was it today? Wash's birthday? Or your anniversary?"

Zoe looked back up from her bottle and narrowed her eyes at Harry for disturbing her efforts to drown her sorrows for a night. "What makes you so sure of yourself?"

Harry shrugged and reached into an inside pocket and pulled out his own bottle of whiskey. "I know when you lost him," Harry explained twisting and breaking the seal on his bottle. "And I know that kind of selfish anger only comes from the pain of losing the loved one. So I figured birthday or anniversary. I'm guessing anniversary."

Zoe's irritation was rising but her judgment kept her conversing. "What would you know about it?"

Harry didn't answer immediately instead he took his bottle and tipped it way back. He had his eyes shut as he gulped down swallow after swallow, chugging nearly half of it, and earning a slightly impressed look from Zoe. He leaned forward and ripped the bottle from his mouth letting out a loud exhale. "Sorry, I've got some catching up to do to reach your level of intoxication. Though, if it's all the same to you, I think we should let the Captain fly solo in the passed-out-painful-head-hurting stage for a while."

Zoe said nothing but saw the slight smile on Mal's face and found herself almost laughing at how sick the Captain was going to be feeling in the morning. She saw Harry seemed to be planting roots at his seat at the table and she briefly considered how difficult getting up to move would be. Given her current state, she decided dealing with an annoying Harry would be easier than anything as strenuous as walking to her bunk.

Harry had a faraway smile and tilted his head back breaking eye contact from Zoe. "I know a lot more about it then you realize." Harry just stared off into space, lost in memories he hadn't really thought about in too long a while. When he turned back to Zoe, his eyes were glistening with tears just moments away from being shed. "When my wife died, I really felt like everything that mattered to me was gone and I should have followed her into death. I hid it pretty damn well, if I do say so myself. I won't say I know how you feel, because I know enough to know it's different for everyone. But I assure you, I do know the pain that's wearing you down."

Zoe's anger was momentarily abated, and it was being replaced with intrigue. "You," she asked doubtfully, "were married?"

Harry nodded and added, "Without question she was the best thing that ever happened to me."

Unable to wrap her mind around Harry's claims, Zoe just continued, "When the hell were you married?"

Harry smiled as he began to take smaller sips of his bottle of whiskey. While nowhere near as strong as Ogden's Old Firewhiskey, this stuff still did the trick. "A long, long time ago. I got married when I was 27."

Zoe scoffed and shook her head, not really believing Harry was even 27 now.

Harry grinned brightly showing off his teeth. "I can see you doubt me, but it's been better than a couple years since I got drunk and bragged about how great she was. So you're going first. You tell me about Wash. How'd you meet him, why you loved him, what you miss most about him. Whatever floats your boat."

Zoe did a little double-take at Harry and just sucked on her bottle again. Her desire for peaceful solitude was waging a mental war with her burning curiosity to learn more about Harry. Considering she was quite drunk and couldn't do a whole lot anyways, she conceded to continuing the conversation. Showing less hostility and even a touch of civility, she asked, "Why do you care?"

Harry whipped his head back and forth. Mainly because he drank so much so fast that it gave him one of those good dizzy feelings. After a moment's thought about how to reply, he explained, "I care… I care because I know that no matter how much the Captain tries, no matter how much he misses his friend Wash, he won't understand what it's like for you. Losing anyone hurts. But losing the one that is yours, the one whose life means so much more to you, so much more than your own does, that it… well. Honestly, there aren't words for it. But the one thing you do learn is to spot that pain in someone else's eyes. And you can't sit back when you see someone else carrying that around. You want to share your pain with them and you want to them to share theirs with you, because… because…" Harry sighed and shrugged. "Because it's the best way to feel like they're still a part of you."

Zoe was just staring at Harry unblinking and really noticed that longing, wizened look in his eyes. A look of a weight he was carrying and would carry for the rest of his life. A sadness that he wouldn't ever want to be without and that he wore with pride. "You really did lose your wife, didn't you?"

Harry nodded sadly and smiled. "Yes, but I was extremely lucky in that I got to live a long and full life with her. You got ripped off, sister. Yours was cut short. And yours is fresher," Harry explained as he shook and waggled his finger at Zoe's completely disbelieving face. "Right now, you look lost. I'm sure this little unofficial drinking tradition didn't dull the pain or drown your sorrows but you do it anyway because nothing else works. You look like you don't know what to do with your pain, like there's some secret answer to make it go away or all better. But trust me, you don't want that. That pain you feel is the love you hold for him, and will always hold for him. What you do need to do is share it with me. And remember how wonderful it is to always have that pain and love with you." Harry exhaled and slouched back into a position similar to Zoe's. Gone was the grandfather giving advice and back was the slightly odd young pilot as he cheerfully asked, "So let's hear it. When did you first meet the strapping young Hoban Washburn?"

Not even blotto would Zoe show any emotion to the words Harry was saying. She just listened to them silently, staring back at him. She realized he did seem to have something of an understanding. She wasn't sure she believed Harry right now, but a part of her felt like humoring him. She chuckled through a sad smile. "He had the worst moustache when we met him. Lord, it looked horrible."

Harry snickered, hearing the drunken honesty in her voice. "I'm guessing it wasn't quite love at first sight."

Zoe laughed out loud and shook her head. "I didn't even like him. The Captain had just bought Serenity and we needed a pilot. Wash came highly recommended and…" Zoe was recalling all her old memories. "I swear that man was so painfully… cheesy. His attitude, the little quips and jokes he always made, especially when he was nervous. I really half-hoped the Captain would shoot him a few times." She quickly corrected, "A number of times," before honestly admitting, "Okay, a lot of times."

Harry chuckled and stayed silent, waiting for Zoe to continue. He was more than three quarters of the way through his bottle, and was slowing down as he realized it tasted about as strong as water.

Zoe seemed inordinately pleased with herself and proud of her late husband. "My man was the best pilot I'd ever seen. We had this jerk-off, Bester, as our mechanic. Now that man was a tool. And somewhere over the course of that first year in our home in the sky, I began to notice the differences between the Captain, Bester, and… and Wash." Zoe took a moment and another sip. "Don't get me wrong, I will always respect the Captain. There isn't a doubt in my mind that he was the main reason I survived the war. That he was the main reason I wanted to continue to fight. But I never once looked at him in that way. You fight alongside a man, or serve under his command, and he's a brother, he's a boss, he's a leader. I'll follow the Captain to hell and back but he wasn't what I wanted my life to be. Wash was everything he's not. Everything I wanted to be a part of again." Zoe suddenly realized she was baring her soul to Harry and somewhere along the line it didn't sound like a half bad idea. She took a deep breath and continued, "My man could make me smile and laugh with just a waggle of his eyebrows. Everything about him, even the bits that used to annoy the hell out of me, now… now, I love those parts. Simply because they define him, and they were what made him the person he was."

"I can't remember who it was that said it, but I think the line goes something like this," Harry paused and fought his drunken haze to remember the saying. He slowly recited, "Others may like all the perfect things about him, but you will love all the flaws."

"That sounds about right," Zoe nodded tiredly. "Flaws and all."

Sensing her sadness rising, Harry aimed for a little levity and asked with a smile, "Even the moustache?"

Zoe shook her head resolutely. "Oh hell no. He'd shaved that lip ferret off long before I ever loved him."

Harry laughed at how dead serious Zoe had reacted.

Zoe was drifting off, just thinking about her man.

"So what moment was there," Harry asked. "Obviously post-lip ferret, when you first realized you loved him? Or thought, or feared that you might?"

Zoe considered Harry's question for a while and began snickering. "We'd just finished a job, and were basking in our glorious score. This was probably a year and a half after we'd started flying," Zoe clarified. She was running through the scene in her head and ruefully explained, "There was a drinking game that my man lost horribly. And I don't know what got into me to be honest, maybe something in me pitied him or maybe I was just really horny from the alcohol, but that night we had completely uncoordinated awkward drunken sex. It was about as unremarkable as it comes."

Harry smiled at the thought of the many forms love can be found in.

"Anyway," Zoe continued after shaking her head ruefully having noticed Harry's smile. "The next morning when I woke up, my head was pounding, my body was sore, and I was just generally aching and uncomfortable. I rolled over and saw Wash just staring at me, scared out of his gourd. He was white as a sheet and terrified." Zoe was outright laughing remembering it. "I'm pretty sure he thought I was going to kill him. Admittedly, I was pretty hung-over and probably not exactly my usual jovial, smiling self."

Harry made no effort to repress his snort when the business-like, stern Zoe described herself as jovial and smiling.

"Be nice," Zoe snapped back with a small pout as she couldn't stop grinning. She wondered when she started to enjoy Harry's company and blamed it on the alcohol. "So when I looked over and saw how frightened he was, that poor boy just started apologizing, making plans to leave the ship, stammering every word out of his mouth. He went off on how to make reparations and he was offering to pay me for my trauma." Zoe couldn't even keep a serious face describing the scene. "And I couldn't take it. I just started laughing in his face."

Harry joined in her amusement. "I'm not sure that's the sort of morning-after reaction most guys like to hear."

Zoe was shaking her head as her tears of mirth were building up in her eyes. "He…" she struggled to continue through her laughter. "He actually started crying."

"Oh… Zoe," Harry scolded her between chuckles. "You're a horrible person sometimes, aren't you?"

"I didn't know what to do," Zoe defended hopelessly. "I couldn't help it. The fact that he was so deathly afraid of my fury that morning that it led him to tears, was just too much for me to take. He was sniffling and tried to quietly sneak out of the room. And it was his bunk we were in!" Zoe took a breath and kept arguing for sympathy, "I ordered him not to leave and he just let out this high-pitched whimper like some scolded puppy. And that was it for me. Somewhere in that painful hung-over morning, watching the man I'd clumsily bedded in a drunken stupor the night before, cry and whimper," Zoe was shaking her head in fond remembrance. "I realized he was what I wanted. And I was falling totally and completely in love with him."

Harry could only smile at the compassion and caring on Zoe's tear-streaked face.

Zoe was still chuckling. "Before that lovely first time together we shared, I'd liked him decently enough but I kept wondering if it was just process of elimination simply because there weren't exactly a lot of options on a ship in the black. But after that morning, I knew. It was him and only him. No one else was ever going to make me feel the way he could." Zoe finished softly caught up in memories. She glanced over, saw Harry watching her, and quickly added, "Thank god, the sex got a lot better after that too."

Harry snickered and shook his head. He gave Zoe a few moments to enjoy her happy memories before solemnly remarking, "I really wish I could have met him. I have a feeling we would have gotten on famously."

Zoe sighed sadly and joked back, "You probably would have played dinosaurs with him."

Harry's eyes widened and he grinned playfully, "He had dinosaurs?"

Zoe chuckled. "He was such a man-child sometimes. He loved those little plastic toys."

"Well, they were dinosaurs!" Harry argued indignantly.

Zoe rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you're another one."

Harry sighed and admitted, "Okay maybe not, but I respect and know the value of a good toy dinosaur."

Zoe shook her head at Harry. Every time she thought she might have Harry figured out he would throw something new at them all. And she was already feeling better than she had in a long time just remembering her husband. The sobering, peaceful silence remained while Zoe wiped her face clean of tears. She thought it felt different crying tears of mirth rather than those of pain and sadness. She could sense Harry was waiting on her. Privately, she wondered if Harry was just going to make something up to try and make her smile, though she remembered the look in Harry's eyes and knew it was going to be more than that. She couldn't help but to grin slightly as she spoke up, "Alright, your turn. I have to hear about what girl was nutty enough to marry you."

Harry smiled brightly, finally getting the chance to talk about his most favorite subject. He restrained the urge to pump his fist or clap his hands. "Nutty doesn't even begin to describe her. And don't be shy about stopping me here. Once I get going I'll talk your ear off and keep you up all night."

Zoe chuckled as Harry's enthusiasm. "I'm ready. Lay it on me."

Harry was rubbing his hands together in glee. "Where do I start?" He mused out loud.

"How about a name?" Zoe asked with a raised eyebrow, taking another sip from her half-finished second bottle.

"Luna," Harry replied immediately and proudly. "Loo-nah. Such a great name. Luna. Luna Potter. Merlin, was she beautiful."

"Merlin?" Zoe asked in confusion.

Harry stopped and shook his head thinking he was perhaps a little too happy right now. "Sorry. Old habit there. Don't mind me."

"Harry," Zoe interrupted. "You're already the weirdest person I've ever met. I don't mind you."

Harry smiled brightly. "I have Luna to thank for a lot of that. She taught me an awful lot of things but certainly one of the most important was to appreciate life."

"You didn't appreciate life before her?" Zoe asked tried to reconcile the image of a depressed moody teenager with the ebullient young man sitting across from her.

"Not really," Harry explained. "I had a crappy childhood, a pretty surreal adolescence, and once I'd finished school, I was as surprised as everyone else that I was still alive. It was like so much of my entire existence had been building up to this inevitable event, and once it was in the past, I was completely lost. She was my best friend from about that point on."

"She was your best friend before being your wife?"

"Yup," Harry nodded eagerly. He unabashedly explained, "Growing up, my aunt and uncle used to call me 'freak' because they wanted to hurt me, dehumanize me, and generally make me feel like crap. It worked. Because they were right, I was a freak, I am a freak. Luna's the one who made me realize that's only a bad thing if you want it to be. All my other friends kept assuring me I wasn't a freak, that I shouldn't listen to my relatives, or let their opinion bother me. Luna on the other hand told me quite clearly that she thought I was a freak and that she was a freak too. She couldn't understand why I would ever want to be normal by my uncle's standards, or even ever want to be anything other than what I truly am. I'm not sure the rest of my friends could really understand that, but to Luna it was the only thing that made sense."

"She sounds pretty special." Zoe commented, having never seen Harry this excited.

"Like Wash was for you," Harry chuckled. "I've never met anyone like her at all and I doubt I ever will. After I'd finished school and pretty much met every expectation people had of me, everyone I knew was looking at me different. A lot of them in fear, a lot of them in awe, most of them like I wasn't even human. People that knew me for years, even the ones that were my friends, began acting differently with me. I didn't notice it at first because I was changing too. Then one day, I was talking to my friends and I realized how much we all had changed and how differently so many of them looked at me, like the same rules don't apply to me. Except for Luna.

"I spent the next six years trying to figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I had plenty of job offers, no real need for money thanks to the inheritance from my parents, and no clue at all what to do because it had never been up to me. Everyone else had their dream jobs, or they had plans to get their dream job, something they loved, something they felt they wanted to do for the rest of their lives."

Harry smiled seeing Zoe was either capable of believing some of the impossibilities of Harry's life, or simply respectful enough to humor him and treat him the same way. He continued, "And I'd never really thought about my future. When two of my closest friends got married and went on their honeymoon, I asked Luna what I should do." Harry grinned remembering the conversation. "She merely told me to make a list. Not of just things I wanted to do, but things I enjoy. People I like, places I wanted to be near, and to try and rank them in order. I spent two weeks working on that list, and when I was done, it only had one thing on it: Luna."

Zoe couldn't help but smile at the trite but sweet romantic gesture. She nodded indicating Harry should continue.

"I put Luna down on the list," Harry explained. "Wasn't sure where I'd rank her, but I knew whatever I did, or wherever I went, I wanted my best friend to be a part of my life. And every other thing I thought of after that, just didn't feel worthy or important enough to be on the same list as Luna."

Harry grinned brightly. "That was that moment I realized I didn't want her to be just my best friend. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted her to be a part of my life. And then I realized how completely selfish and arrogant I was being. I shouldn't have been wasting time trying to figure out what to do with my life. I wanted her and I wanted us to figure out what to do with our life. Which meant it wasn't my decision to agonize over, it was ours. When I showed her my list, she just had this tiny smile, and I knew right then, I got my list perfect."

Zoe grinned. Something about hearing Harry's young romance made her feel good, in all the ways that seeing Kaylee and Simon happy and in love, made Zoe hurt. "What was she like?"

"Luna?" Harry said and thought about the best way to describe her. "Have you heard someone described as seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses?"

Zoe nodded having heard that about the universe, not any specific world.

Harry grinned, "Well my wife didn't exactly see through rose-tinted glasses, but she did see the world with her own special decoder ring. She could see straight to the core of something the rest of us were just scratching the surface of. Passing acquaintances frequently thought she was mad as a hatter. Close friends found her odd but with moments of brilliant insight. I just saw her as close to perfection as I've ever seen."

"Perfection, huh?" Zoe smirked. "And yet she married you?"

"Everyone's got faults and flaws," Harry argued and flashed a cheeky childish grin. "Though I could never fault her taste."

"So what were her faults and flaws?" Zoe asked trying to imagine someone affecting Harry this deeply.

"She never let what other people thought of her bother her. Ever." Harry admitted. "Marrying me made that a pretty damn good habit. But sometimes it bothered me. I wish she'd stood up for herself or could see that she was as wonderful as I kept telling her." Harry sighed and added, "I may have over-compensated for her because she didn't stand up for herself. There were never any rumors or whispers when I was around. I remember one time she scolded me when I met her for lunch. She complained that I should have been running late, because the two girls in the booth behind us were gossiping about her and doing funny impressions. They spotted me upon my arrival, which led to them stopping and forcibly acting casual. When my wife explained the reasoning to me, and the ladies in the booth behind realized they'd been overhead, they chucked some money on the table and left the restaurant extremely quickly." Harry smiled at the thought before frowning a little. "She was saddened that she didn't get to hear them mock her anymore."

Zoe raised a curious eyebrow. "It sounds like a lot of people picked on her."

Harry nodded, "In school, most people called her 'Loony'. It wasn't exactly with the same warmth that I used. But she never let anything like that bother her. I used to think she was all sad and secretly upset about these things and wore the 'loony' façade to throw them off. You know, make a show that it didn't affect her? But it really didn't. When they'd call her 'loony' to try and hurt her feelings she would be reminded of me calling her 'loony' affectionately. Again, being married to me, that sort of outlook is almost necessary at times, but in those times I thought about what if I hadn't been me, I worried for her."

"Was being married to you that much more difficult than anyone else?" Zoe asked curiously.

Harry paused and sipped the last of his whiskey from the bottle. He admitted, "Yeah, it was. Where I come from, I was something of a celebrity, which meant my actions were more often than not in the papers. Everything I did and everyone I did it with were also under constant scrutiny." Harry waited a moment and asked, "You're really drunk, right?"

Zoe nodded and sipped her whiskey because she didn't want Harry to stop.

"Because that reminded me of another flaw of hers," Harry said with a sigh. "She forgave me too easily. When we got married, I promised to always protect her, and always be there for her." Harry took a deep breath and softly added, "I failed on that promise."

Zoe just nodded silently, not wanting to interrupt.

"We'd been married fifteen years already, and I was a bit cocky when it came to my own abilities." Harry explained as his eyes began to water. "Just the two of us were out walking around. I was looking at… something. I don't remember what, but she was there, and then next thing I realize she was gone. She'd been kidnapped right under my nose. I knew we'd always be targets for as long as we both lived, but time just made me complacent." Harry was wiping his eyes just remembering the torrent of emotions he went through that day.

Zoe couldn't take the waiting and asked, "What happened?"

Harry looked up, into Zoe's eyes and sighed. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a second bottle of whiskey. He cracked it open and downed several mouthfuls. "I uhh... I killed fifty three men that day."

Whatever Zoe was expecting to hear, that was not it. She saw Harry was seriously affected by this but it was just too much to believe.

"Thank Merlin, she hadn't been hurt," Harry admitted. "They'd sealed her into a pretty comfortable room, as far as kidnappings go, but it could have been so much worse. If I'd not gotten there when I did, who knows what would have happened. And when I finally found her and got to her, I looked a mess. My adrenaline was running off the charts and I was covered in other people's blood. She just smiled at me and hugged me. She said she knew I was coming and that I didn't need to fret over it so much."

Harry sighed loudly again. "She said I did my husbandly duties, and there was nothing to forgive. But I still haven't forgiven myself for that one." Harry took a big swig of his bottle and set it back down. "But on the plus side, no one ever tried to kidnap her again after that." Harry chuckled lightly and saw Zoe wasn't particularly amused. He honestly admitted, "I still miss her… so much."

"How long were you married?" Zoe asked thinking it wasn't going to be any sort of answer she'd appreciate.

Harry looked up and saw the doubt on Zoe's face. "Well, seeing as you have so many doubts as to how much of this conversation is the alcohol and how much is truth, I don't mind telling you we had one hundred and fifteen wonderful years together. And no, it's never enough."

Zoe nodded, sharing in the sad smile Harry was wearing. "I miss Wash so… you know? Sometimes it feels like I miss him more now, than I loved him when he was here. I know that sounds awful but-"

"It doesn't sound awful," Harry admitted shaking his head. "You need to realize those aren't even different things. Missing him now is how you love him."

Zoe sniffled and accepted Harry's words as truth when they made so much sense. They two sat quietly looking at their bottles and each other. Zoe let out a breath and smiled. "So what now? Have we shared enough of our pain?"

"I think we'd better call it a night, as I don't know how much longer I'm going to stay conscious," Harry said shaking his empty whiskey bottle in the air and capping the unfinished one.

Zoe moved to stand up and immediately regretted it. "Oh tomorrow should be lovely."

"Easy there," Harry calmed her. "You know…" Harry smirked as his eyes started feeling heavy. "I may be able to help you avoid a hangover, but you'd have to trust me."

Zoe was still trying to steady herself and was not having much success. "If you can keep me from getting a hangover, I'll trust you until the end of time."

Harry just flashed her a thumbs up and silently sent a stunner, not really trusting his motor functions and remembering a drunken Slupefry accident. The stunner may have been weak, but it was enough for its purpose and Zoe slumped forward unconscious. Deciding his fun was over, Harry cast a half dozen sobering charms on himself. He stood up and found himself not dizzy nor drunk, but still exhausted and tired. He cast a couple of stronger sobering charms on Zoe, and even cast a couple on the snoring Captain. Harry levitated Zoe behind him as he sleepily stumbled back towards her bunk. He deposited her in the bed and threw a blanket over her, but figured she'd rather sleep in her clothes than think Harry undressed her. Even if magically, it didn't require much and that was one spell Harry had thoroughly mastered even completely inebriated.

A bleary Harry started to trek back towards the bridge, reminding himself to juice up River's mind shield first thing.

Jayne was sticking his sleepy head out of his room, yawned loudly, and asked the passing man, "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Did I just see you walk into the wall over there a few minutes ago?"

Harry looked towards where Jayne seemed to be blindly pointing and admitted, "Probably."

"With Zoe floating behind you?"

"Err… you might have."

"So that wasn't a hallucination?"

Harry stopped his slow walk back and replied, "No, let's go with hallucination for now."

"If I was hallucinating, why'd I hallucinate Zoe floating behind you as you walked into a wall?"

"Well because I'm way too exhausted to carry her," Harry said over a yawn. "I thought that was obvious."

"That would explain it," Jayne agreed feeling better.

"Night Jayne."

"Night Harry."

"Oh and Jayne?" Harry added as he began heading forward again. "I think you're very pretty. And I also think you're still hallucinating."

Jayne sighed loudly as he rubbed crust from his eyes. "Thanks Harry, or hallucination person whoever you are," he said as he turned back around towards his bed. "I guess the homo dreams are back." Jayne reluctantly admitted as he ambled towards his bed. "It's almost not worth having buttocks this sculpted."

Jayne scratched himself and decided this called for more sleep.