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[simon_doctor]

It's late.

Simon's heading into the kitchen, to rinse out a mug; it's not his turn to do dishes tonight, but since he left this one in his room this morning, he's decided it wouldn't be fair to leave it for someone else.

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[badinlatin]

"Good."

Don't matter if it's Simon, Kaylee, Simon and Kaylee, or Simon and Kaylee and the whole rutting crew.

Mal exhales strongly, like there's something to add but the time isn't right for it.

"Gettin' a little late," he throws out eventually.

[simon_doctor]

"Yes," he agrees. "I'm probably going to turn in once I've finished this."

[badinlatin]

"Same here, if I can get Inara to put down that damn novel she's been readin' lately. Even when she's reading in the cockpit, the light keeps me up."

It's prattle.
Y'ain't weak, I'll give you that.
But it is so much easier than other things that he doesn't think Simon will mind.

("...I was lookin' forward to playing uncle.")

[simon_doctor]

He doesn't mind. In a way it's obscurely comforting.

"I'll take care of the washing-up," he offers.

[badinlatin]

"Works for me."

That's the best part about being gracious enough to do the dirty work.

If you're lucky, someone helps you out in the end.