The smile that crossed Tucker's lips was finally something that wasn't twinged with that perpetual guilt and sadness since this whole thing went down. Goddamn, that was funny, that expression that had haunted him since before Chorus and had only gotten worse over the years losing a bit of its effectiveness now that they were engaged. And the pantomiming. The pure Wash of it all.

Tucker finally laughed, a real laugh, because Wash was still Wash, able to talk or not, and while this feeling of freedom might not be able to last he at least had it now. Leaning forward, he kissed him, kissed him harder than he had before, kissed him like he wasn't going to break, one of his hands cupping the side of his cheek.

Damn, Wash, where did you learn that miming skill, though?