He snorted, and something played on his lips like a grin. "S' okay, man." He whispered. "I've given every-" his voice rolled into a cough, and turned onto his side, coughing again and again..
Someone gasped, staring at his back, and the stains in his shirt.
"-One else nicknames. 'S about time I got one." He breathed.
Then came a clap.
Then another. People got to their feet, one by one. The barista tried to do so, but had to cup her hand over her mouth, crying and laughing at the same time. Applause filled the little cafe.
His eyes roamed from the people, to the soldier's, and back to his friends. He lay back flat on the table with a sigh, and held Zen, Crow, and Jayne, and River in his eyes individually. Then he smiled, and brought his hands together, and started to clap, too.