Lina leaning by the door and murmuring to York to lie down, you idiot and he waves her off, waves her off and sees Mal looking at her. Looking at her and SEEING her and that sort of. Hits him right in the chest that he's not alone in that.

That she's real enough for Mal to see. To feel.

For a moment he's not sure if he's about to throw up or pass out and of course his body opts for the most mortifying option possible and does neither, hot tears welling up in his eyes instead and spilling over before he can stop them.