Arriving back on the bebop with the bag of supplies, Jet greeted her silently with the nod of his head. Faye leaned against the wall watching him tending to his bonsai. "I figured you'd of let them die by now," She said gesturing to the plants with the turn of her head.
Jet set down his branch cutters, wiping the crease from his brow tiredly. "It got quiet. I figured I'd go check on the last few living things." His voice was cold and Faye didn't like where this conversation was going.
She let out a puff of smoke, still balancing the ciggarete between her teeth; Faye tossed the bag of groceries.
"Thanks Faye," He said before she turned to leave. The phrase left her uncomfortable, she clicked her teeth; " I mean, I was out've cigarettes…"
He laughed, "You are such a hardass."
"Don't make me use your bonsai's as ash trays," Faye threatened with her arms crossed.
The two of them barely smiled.
"I'll make dinner in a few hours, go get some rest."
"Don't tell me what to do."
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Fanfictionin which faye has feelings for a comatose cowboy and can't seem to figure things out.
