River-Mal, working out.

[badinlatin]

No dreams last night.

Not that he doesn't have some tension to clear off.

This is why Mal adds another ten pounds to each side of Jayne's steel barbell and leans back for another set of reps.

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[river_meimei]

River's gaze slews sideways a little bit, to focus on... well, either another crate or empty air.

"You're fretting," she says, after a minute.

Her eyes slide back to him.

"You shouldn't."

[badinlatin]

Mal's expression doesn't change.

"And why shouldn't I, o wise one?"

[river_meimei]

"It's not rational."

She glances away, shoves her hair back with an absent hand.

"You don't have to listen."

[badinlatin]

"Yes I do. I have to listen to everything. It's part o' my job; listen 'n learn."

There is a distinct How can I not? as Mal studiously avoids staring at the yellow stuffed cat on the stairway behind River's head.

[river_meimei]

"Can't listen to everything," she whispers.

She knows. The hard way.

[badinlatin]

Mal's given up being the Captain. Slightly.

The yellow cat disappears the next time Mal looks beyond River.

"Can't for my health or can't 'cause I ain't capable?"

[river_meimei]

"It's a symbiotic relationship."

[badinlatin]

"Of course it is."

Mal is done with staring at River, and bends back down along the weight bench.

Maybe he'll do 30.

[river_meimei]

It is, says her face.

A little impatiently. But only a little.

She watches. Mal apparently doesn't want a spotter to help.