Angelle's mine. Joss has rest.

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Uncomfortable....the act of feeling like you don't belong, that awkward moment between laying back relaxed and fidgeting with the gun at your side ready to shoot. It's definitely not a place I like to be, especially outside on a set of stairs listening to my fate.

"Captain, you know I respect you as a man who makes his own decisions, sometimes as foolish as they might be, but are you sure this is the right idea?" Simon was the first to speak after Mal speeched on how I was now his intended, my feet tapping and my head in my hands. I had decided it was smartest to let him to tell on his own. Reactions are always different when the other party ain't present, besides wasn't crew quite yet.

"Ya, Mal, ain't known her that long. Hell you known 'Nara for longer than that and you two never..."

"Jayne, that's enough." Mal stopped him, I could hear the hardness in his voice, but also a tinge of sympathy, maybe for Inara or maybe for himself and a fork in the road never traveled.

"I like Angelle. She's real sweet." A pause from Kaylee and I could almost bet she was looking over at the Companion. Even in the few days I had been with them, I knew they shared a special bond. "But, it ain't like you to trust so quickly."

"She's Sam's daughter and believes what he does. Man was a Browncoat, still is and fought in the war with me and Zo. I trust him with my life as well as her."

"Ya, so was that Tracy fella and look where that landed us." Jayne eased back in his chair, I could hear the creaking of it.

“She considers you all her friends. You realize that.”

“And she's ours as well, but we're talkin' a permanent addition. Not just a passenger.” Simon added.

"Zo, care to add anything?" Mal went to his second, the one who always had his back. My father was the same way.

"Sam's daughter. Enough said." There was never many words with her, especially when in the midst of an argument. I could see it even when we