Mal looked at him. He couldn’t ever remember being this serious at his age, although that had come later, when his father died. Not that much later, he realised, flinching slightly. Just a couple of years, and he’d lost the man he looked up to, the father he’d wanted to be like. And Ethan was the same. He wanted to be like his Daddy. He offered up a silent plea that he’d be around to watch his own son reach manhood.
-- Naming of Parts by Jane0904