[That sad laughter is the soundtrack to his life; he just tries not to play it in front of other people.]

[Wash startles for a moment at the hand on his shoulder, then does everything he can to keep from collapsing underneath it. He's supposed to be helping Locus, and yet here Locus is, making him feel better about his failure to help Locus.]

[Christ.]

Look, if you don't like it, you don't have to drink it. You're not going to offend me.

[He already knows the beer is a swing and a miss; Locus doesn't need to patronize him on top of it.]

Anyway. I used these while I was training DC, and he loves them - I thought Luna might like them too.

[He holds out the foil envelope - it's purple, with a zip top and a cartoon cat mascot printed on it. Inside are a few dozen tiny cat treats.]