Wash sat in the galley, an ignored dinosaur gripped tightly in his fist.
Simon sighed. “Well, you see, Wash, when two men fall in love…,”
Wash jumped again. Simon considered the jittery man in front of him, possible medical solutions for his nervous tics flashing by in his mind.
“Um, Simon, while I’m sure, um, you, and um, Jayne, are, um, verymuchinlove. ” Wash stammered. “I just don’t really, um, feel the intense need, to, um, hear about the mechanics, um, involved.”
Simon regarded Wash’s red face. “Perhaps not,” he stated. Devilishly, he raised his eyebrow. “On the other hand…”