[he lets his hand slide off as she moves away, his mind torn between still wanting to deny that something is seriously wrong and the fact that there just might be two of Wash--which means... yeah, he's suddenly glad she didn't finish her sentence.]
South... [he hesitates, searching for the right words.] This... This doesn't change anything. Not between us.
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South... [he hesitates, searching for the right words.] This... This doesn't change anything. Not between us.