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There is one very tired-looking Wash sitting at the Bar, beer in hand.

Despite the obvious exhaustion, he hasn't stopped smiling since he stepped into Milliways. Making it through the almost-end of the 'verse with your wife by your side tends to brighten things a bit.

[ooc: mun is only here for an hour and a half, sadly, but slowtime is more than welcome. :D]

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The pilot is glomped.

By a Slayer whose hair has grown about a foot in the not-quite-24-hours since he saw her.

"Faith!"

He sweeps her into just as fierce a hug.

She laughs, throwing her arms around his neck, hair flying everywhere.

"Flyboy! How's everything? Everybody healing up nice?"

"Yeah, everything's...." A small laugh, and he sounds as if he's a bit surprised to find himself saying: "Everything's shiny. Well, 'Bert and Mal and Crowley are still laid up, but we're gonna be okay. And..."

He pinches a few strands of her hair between his fingers and holds it up, giving her a bemused look. "Hey, if I'd known saving the 'verse makes your hair grow, I'd've waited 'til I started going bald."

Faith chuckles, softly.

"It, uh, wasn't that. I...last night, well, for you, anyway...when we got back...Connor and I, we...we split up. So I took a little vacation - not in my world, Dream sent me to a safe one."

Wash winces.

Not for long, because: scarily cheerful mood. But he does give her another hug and whisper, "'M sorry, Faith."

Faith shrugs faintly, hugging him back.

"It's OK. Really. It was a mutual thing, you know, and anyway...it's been five months for me now. Vacation. Good to be friends with Endless, and all that."

His eyes widen, fractionally. "Okay, you," and he pokes her in the side, "need to stop with these disappearences that don't last nearly as long for us as they do for you."

Faith pokes him back, gently.

"You didn't even notice I was gone. And I wasn't in any danger at all. What, are you afraid I'll end up older than you?"

"Yes. I'll still be in my thirties and all of a sudden I'll be gone a week and come back and you'll be a decade older than me. And then? That means you've got every right to start bossing me around."

He affects a horrified shudder.

"Ooh."

Faith grins, wickedly.

"I'll have to talk to Dream about that."

Wash just groans and slaps a hand against his forehead.

"I really need to stop giving people ideas," he says. "They're mine. All mine. You can't have 'em."

Faith cackles and pinches his cheek.

He squinches his face up like a little kid and wriggles away.

Faith giggles.

"If I get really old, I'll have to start treating you like my kid."

"Should I start saving up for the rocking chair and the abnormally large shotgun so you can sit out there and ward off people like me?"

So, so very innocent.

"Of course. I expect you to take good care of me in my old age," Faith says loftily. "It's a son's duty and all."

A grin. "Shiny. One last birthday present I gotta worry about. I think I might start liking this whole being-younger-than-you thing."

He takes a sip of his beer, then adds, suddenly: "You know, speaking of that -- you didn't know Mal's birthday's in less than two weeks, did you?"

"...no. No, I didn't know that."

Faith grins.

"Eeeeexcellent."

Wash...might look just a tiny bit smug. Bwahaha. Hopefully, whatever Faith has in mind is suitably embarrassing enough to serve as payback for the whole Hoban thing.

"Help me think of a present," he says, not without self-depreciation. "I've only known him six years. I'm much with the lacking of clues."

Faith considers.

"I could take you to Earth, but right now, well, bad idea. Uhm. I don't know."

Mock-sulky, "Well, you're no help."

He doesn't go the whole nine yards and stick out his tongue, but it's a close thing.

Faith raises her eyebrows.

"You'd rather I take you to Earth, with a hole leading to Hell about ten feet away?"

Wash considers this.

"Maybe not so much, no," he decides finally.

"I thought not."

Faith grins, wryly. "I'm gonna have to go back, but I'm not taking anybody with me for a while."

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