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"What do you think he would have looked like?" Kaylee asked as she knelt slowly in the grass. Jayne took a seat by her, staring at the small, stone grave marker.

"If he had any luck he’d look like his pa," Jayne chuckled. Kaylee grinned faintly at the joke but the smile faded after a moment. "It’s alright baby girl," he said, reaching out and rubbing her back.

"I know," she whispered, afraid if her voice got any louder it might crack.

"You should be happy," Jayne murmured, leaning close and resting his forehead against her temple.

"I’m scared," she replied, her head turning so she could see his eyes. Kaylee could tell he didn’t know what to say to that, didn’t know how to comfort her. He tried his best, but this wasn’t something he could shoot down and beat up. It was a very real fear and there were no promises he could make to put her at ease. "It’s okay," she assured. She knew she had said the wrong thing when his eyes shut. He was trying to rein in his temper.

"It’s okay? You’re the one sitting here, scared out of your mind ‘bout one thing or another and there ain’t a thing I can do to help you. It ain’t rutting okay," Jayne growled and pulled back away from her.

"Not here, Jayne," Kaylee reprimanded, looking at him harshly.

"I can’t do nothin’ Kaylee and it’