He can't remember why he grabbed them in the first place. Sure he's got postcards from places North always wanted to visit. Those damn zen beads that Florida always wore, a 'fuck you' flask that South gave him once. Bits and baubles, tiny scratches of the team they had been before-
Before.
It hadn't occurred to him that he didn't have anything for Wash till he'd seen them. Never liked them, too damn sweet, give him dark chocolate or something with caramel but- the kid loved them. So he'd nabbed a pack and promised he'd have some when he settled in next wherever it was.
This is better.
"You never could hit shit from a distance." He nudges Wash's foot with his own, grin going a little tired. A little sad. "I think we're allowed back in Casbah? It's been ten years. right?"
He thinks it has. Time kinda flies when you're on the run.
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Before.
It hadn't occurred to him that he didn't have anything for Wash till he'd seen them. Never liked them, too damn sweet, give him dark chocolate or something with caramel but- the kid loved them. So he'd nabbed a pack and promised he'd have some when he settled in next wherever it was.
This is better.
"You never could hit shit from a distance." He nudges Wash's foot with his own, grin going a little tired. A little sad. "I think we're allowed back in Casbah? It's been ten years. right?"
He thinks it has. Time kinda flies when you're on the run.