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The clump of his boots is a lot louder in here, and the ceilings a lot lower, and Jack'd feel pretty damn claustrophobic if they weren't only gonna be on the damn thing for a little while.

...Well, hell, he feels sorta that way anyhow.

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Laying on his back on the bunk (s'how he's spending most of his time, nowadays), Ennis turns to the side, watchin' for the person what comes with the sound of those boots.

He comes in clumping and cursing under his breath, hatless and with fidgeting hands 'cause he ain't supposed to light a cigarette on board.

"This ship is too damn small," he complains, and picks his hat up off the bunk before tossing it back down again.

Could be the bitching isn't all that meant, though.

"Ain't too bad,"

Ennis argues, much's he argues as much about any such thing. He rolls onto his side, head propped up on his hand, and watches Jack close's he can from where he is.

"Ain't used to it," Jack says, stubbornly, and sits down on the other bunk.

"An' here I was, thinkin' you was some sort of great space traveler."

He gets shot a disgusted look, and Jack takes out a battered package of cigarettes only to toy with them before putting them back impatiently.

"Got no room," he says, and fidgets.

"No."

Ennis says, like it's the simplest thing ever and his eyes drift to the smokes instead of Jack's face.

Swinging his legs up onto the bunk, Jack lies back with his hands under his head and stares at the ceiling instead of the cigarettes, which rest forgotten on his stomach. When he closes his eyes, it's like he can see those mountains all over again.

Ennis reaches out, maybe for the cigarettes, maybe for something else. Either way, his hand falls short, resting softly on Jack's stomach.

"s'nice of 'em to do that."

"Yeah," he says, and opens his eyes to look up.

"Real nice."

"'ll head back soon."

He don't know when, but soon. Ain't like the folk from Serenity are gone for a hell of a long stretch at a time.

"Dunno which is worse," Jack says, suddenly. "Stuck on here, or stuck at that damn bar.

"Was nice gettin out for a bit."

"Stuck either way."

He says it, but it's quiet, almost whispered.

"C'n probably go back."

When, he doesn't know. But it worked once, didn't it?

"'s always Shadow," turning onto his side and facing Ennis with a half-smile.

"Ain't mountains there."

He argues, but he's got somethin' like a smile on his face.

"Bet Sallie'd like t'see you."

"Like to see her, too," and he smiles, content for the moment and forgetting the steel walls around them.

"'Specially if she's got more a that pie."

"Make some."

And that gets a laugh (and a cough, more coughs, Ennis' hand tightning into a ball when it don't stop).

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