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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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"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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