York takes the pad with a smile, something smaller, sweeter and far more sincere than the usual bs grins he's been tossing around lately. Mal's pleased- that's good. He hasn't fucked this up. "You're welcome."

Really.

And then he keeps talking and he's not- he is not getting choked up or anything. Shrugs it off like it's just what he does. Because it is, really. "It's important to you. The emblem, the uniform colors. Just because you're with us doesn't mean you're not from the 'Fleet too. It means something."