she doesn't quite know how to say how she feels [[ota, but tag to Wash]]

[bigdamnherosir]

There's too many conflicting feelings going on for Zoe to be comfortable. She doesn't like that someone else's fight came here though she'll participate. She'll protect what's hers and that's what she did. And she comes out of it mostly unscathed except for a cut on her shoulder that's all scabbed over now and likely won't even leave a scar

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[likeswifesoup]

Wash was only a couple of minutes late coming home. He was tired - Maya waking up every couple of hours through the night would do that to you - but he was still happy.

Or at least he would be if he wasn't worried about Zoe. Ever since the weekend, she had been on edge, he could feel it, attuned as he was to Zoe's moods. He wanted to give her time to try to work through it, but mostly he wanted to help her relax. Not always the easiest thing with Zoe, especially if she closed down.

"Hey, honey, I'm home," he said in a lower voice than normal as he came through the door, spying Maya's bassinet. He bent over, looking at his sleeping daughter with a smile.

[bigdamnherosir]

Zoe relaxes a little soon as she hears his voice, but that's only part of her tension.

"How's the store look?" She has no idea how much damage, if any, there'd been. She moves on to the next gun, pulling it apart expertly.

[likeswifesoup]

"It's fine. Not much damage, one window got blown out, things got thrown around, but it's all tidied up," Wash said, coming over, pausing as he sees what she is doing, but moves over and kisses the top of his head. "How're you?" That was a double-edged question, if he was being honest, seeing Zoe with her guns out over the kitchen table. "She's a bit young to start shootin' yet," he said lightly.

[bigdamnherosir]

That gets a flicker of a smile out of Zoe, and she offers him the class of alcohol, since she'll never finish it on her own.

"Figure I ain't cleaned 'em for a while. Can't get lazy, apparently, just 'cause there's not a job to run."