"...That's what this is, Mal. We're in sync. We fit. We WORK. We're-." Compatible. it's a good thing, isn't it? To find that other half? He'd been ecstatic when he'd found out he and Carolina had been, why is Mal trying to ignore it?

Then it clicks. Of course it clicks. Mal wants to be a pilot- how can he not want that- but a perfectionist probably wants a perfect fucking partner and York's- well.

He ain't that.

Alone on the mat he just- stares after Malcolm and he can't stop the black, bitter thoughts from tumbling right out. "...'course you don't know what I'm talking about. You don't wanna get stuck with a gimp and a fuckup, is that it?"