Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole gave her a long look, unbothered by her scrutiny and her curiosity. The faint light cast a shadow over his scar, a silent reminder of what he'd earned but never flaunted. He tilted his head, half in contemplation and half as if to shrug off her question.

Enough t'know what I need t'know, he said slowly, voice carrying a hint of finality. The rest— he let his gaze linger over her, unreadable, —I learn in time.

The answer was as much a reflection of him as it was a response to her question, an invitation for her to fill in the blanks or leave them be.

Somethin' you should find out yer'self. With me, the words hung from his lips.