Mal glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, then away again quickly. He huffed out a sharp, tired sigh and ran his fingers through his hair, then reached up to lay his other hand over hers gripping his wrist.
"Sweetling, it isn't your fault. Really. I just..." Another sigh and he finally looked at her to give her a rueful smile. "C'mere." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and drew her against his side, then leaned back on the bed. Alright, so he wasn't going to get too intimate- didn't mean they couldn't cuddle a bit, right?
That was cheating and he knew it, but he was finding it rather difficult to care.
"D'you know what my name means?" he asked abruptly, tilting his head to look down at her as he cautiously stroked his fingers through her hair.