[He doesn't understand. Then he does understand, but he can't believe it. But of course he believes it; he believes her. Barclay would believe most things Kenzi told her, if he could discern it wasn't the tone of a joke. No matter how utterly surreal some of the things she shares happen to be.
You aren't joking, he almost says. But he ends up saying nothing at all.
Instead, he turns his head, his ear bumping into her cheek. And though they're at a funny angle and his neck protests, he kisses her, with affection, with as much passion as he can muster without cracking his vertebrates. Yar is a good thing, but she's considerably better.]
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You aren't joking, he almost says. But he ends up saying nothing at all.
Instead, he turns his head, his ear bumping into her cheek. And though they're at a funny angle and his neck protests, he kisses her, with affection, with as much passion as he can muster without cracking his vertebrates. Yar is a good thing, but she's considerably better.]