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[mademighty]

Sometimes, he closes his eyes and just listens to the pulse of his ship around him. In his cabin, his snug corner, he can't hear voices, but he imagines his crew tucked away. Six years since Serenity Valley, since he shrunk to his most useful size and, since his mother died, he hasn't had many people; better that way...but here they are, out on the raggedy edge, and, maybe, he's figured out how to give, a little.

He strips out of his coat and suspenders, pours himself a drink and, for a moment, he just closes his eyes and listens.
This place is the beat of his heart.