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Inara had an itch to talk to her husband. This time, it had nothing to do with Kaylee or anyone else...it was just about her. About them

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[bad_in_latin]

'To talk' is husband code for 'uh-oh', but Mal keeps a patented smiles on his face. "Shi a," he offers, and the closest bar door seems to be hovering around Naomi's makeshift room fashioned out of a spare crew bunk. Mal climbs down first which gives him a feeling of vertigo when he essentially climbs into the Milliways door, and he turns to help Inara through.

"Anywhere particular?"

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"Just...somewhere private." Inara moves to take his hand in a reassuring way. She can read him. She knows that smile.

[bad_in_latin]

"Private. Private, private, private..." Mal's fingers drum against his thigh as he walks.

Garage. Nope. Especially if this is about Kaylee and Simon.

Room upstairs. Seems safe. (Seems away from Ma.)

Mal stops at the bar to acquire a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses before digging out the key to the room they keep here.

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She's quiet as they make their way upstairs...and when they're there, she takes the wine and glasses from him, busying herself with pouring out liberal amounts for the both of them.

Inara hands one to Mal and then sips at hers and sighs.

"I need something to do, Mal. I'm bored." She laughs, helplessly. "And...I need to broach a subject with you that...you don't want to talk about."