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I have the same problem...and the same face.

That's because you're trying to be me.

*tilts her head slightly*

Oh, crazy is a very strong word.

But it's what you think.

Now, I've never said that. I like you. Except when you steal my food, but I don't like anyone who does that.

I like you too, until I can feel you and Zoe having sex. That's confusing.

You ... sorry, what?

Feel you, like Simon and Kaylee..

You could have mentioned something. We would have ... well, I'm not actually sure what we would have done. But it would have been clever and crafty. Maybe even a little bit cunning, too.

No.

Better than Jayne and his guns *shivers*

Well, Jayne has always been a bit bing le. Isn't one of them called Vera?

And people say I'm crazy.

As long as you don't start naming your weaponry, I'd say your fine. I know there's supposed to be a special bond between a man - or a woman - and his or her weapon, but that's just getting carried away.

*tilts her head* He's over compensating.

A psychiatrist's field day.

We both are.

I killed mine with a pencil.

You did? Remind me not to argue with you near the stationary cupboard.

Not that we have a stationary cupboard on Serenity.

Yes.

I stabbed him in the neck in an interview.

There's such a thing as 'too much detail', River. Not that he didn't deserve it or anything. But I've got a delicate disposition.

Like a leaf on the wind.

[Wash grins at that.] Exactly.

Show me? *sits in Mal's seat*

[Wash grins and nods.]

Why do I think that you'll already know the theory far better than I ever could?

Because you know me and I can read your thoughts, but I like the sounds of voices.

Apart from that.

Flying is about more than machinery, anyway. It isn't always about rules.

It's about gut and heart.

Exactly! You can learn it, but you can't learn it.

Show me?

[Grinning, Wash turns back to the controls.]

Boosters are here. You have to use them gently, though. Serenity is really maneuverable, as long as she has a pilot who can treat her nicely. You need to fly smoothly.

Like a leaf on the wind, a feather.

*he sits down and looks at her*

Tell me why.

Because I'm broken.

I've been broken. Hell, I still am broken. I don't think I'm crazy, though. Do you think you're crazy?

No. Too many things happen in my head at once.

*he's definitely interested now* What kind of things?

My thoughts, others thoughts, things. Everything talks and I always hear.

Do you hear me? My thoughts? *he lights a cigarette off a flame cupped in his palm, and offers her the pack*

*tilts head* Some of them.

Does it bother you, to hear them?

Don't like the violence, but...

*he grins* But the other part's okay?

Like Kaylee and Simon and Wash and Zoe.

Fuzzy thoughts.