"Well, yeah." Mal said without thinking. Then his gaze dropped, a fan of his hair falling in his face. He studied his hands with a frown for a long moment, and rumbled in a low tone. "Don' think we've ever rightly been friends."
He reached out and thumbed the edge of his tea cup.
I know I've been mistaken But just give me a break and see the changes that I've made I've got some imperfections But how can you collect them all and throw them in my face.
"We ain't ever been friends, Inara." He said her name in that slightly accented way he always did, barely pronouncing the 'I'. There was a solemn strangeness to him.
But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting And if you chose to walk away I'd still be right here waiting Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting.
"We been everythin' but." He clenched his hand into a fist and rubbed it against his knee idly, to keep her from seeing it shake.