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"I believed in her too." He said softly. "She was my best friend... if nothing else." Jerry couldn't help his face from trembling, hiding it quickly with a small sip of water before fumbling to set it down on the coffee table. He kept moving past Wash, into his bedroom before the man could see his expression. He sat on the floor by the bed, reaching underneath to slide the case out and set it on his lap. He clicked it open, gently touching the beautiful gold in a quiet goodbye before shutting it again with a sigh.

The stifling barracks, huddling with her in a shared bed finding quiet comfort in each other. The insanity creatures ravaging the dorms and the mad dash to recover the instrument. Sasha's face when he had victoriously returned it to her, and his guitar as well, they were two of a kind, both finding comfort in the same things, filled with the same...

He shuffled to his feet and out into the sitting room again, offering the case out to Wash carefully.

"Just.... let her know I'm... I'm proud of her for wanting this. And... whatever it meant to her before that made her want to get rid of it... it doesn't have to mean the same thing. It's still a beautiful tool and a good instrument is like... like a good friend." He glanced to his guitar on the couch, brows knit before looking back with a weak smile. "It'll just be happy to be back in her hands."

Jerry nodded, a bit too vigorously, his eyes not leaving the case. "Yeah. Well. I majored in music therapy." He cleared his throat, finally taking off his glasses to clean them on his shirt as an excuse to look at nothing.

"Oh. Um. Yeah." Jerry smiled weakly. The flute was all Wash wanted. He supposed he aught to let him go. "It... it was nice um. Talking." He wondered if Wash would pass along what he had said. Probably not. Especially if Sasha was still so touchy about him she wouldn't come for the flute herself. Hearing even what Jerry felt were friendly, unweighted words would no doubt be unnerving for her.

It would take time. Time they probably didn't have, considering the increasing danger of their missions. Hey, maybe he'd be out of all of their hair sooner rather than later, it was dangerous for Suns. Especially Suns without a Moon partner.

But what could he do? Hold it ransom? She needed it, and he understood the importance of a good instrument in a time of need. So long as it didn't find itself in a fire pit or thrown into the ocean.

And Wash had better things to do than sit and make awkward conversation with a man who used to be his friend and now he just considered crazy.

"I'll um. See you around I guess."