[Mal was tired of this. It was only the second bot and he was tired of it. He didn't like being forced to do things he didn't want to do. But that was wrong. He did want it. Locked away in his brain with the things he never acknowledged. Still, he didn't like being forced.
But the barrier was closing and she was looking up at him, her mouth opened to say something. Mal decided he didn't want to hear it. Whatever she said would make it more difficult. He reached an arm out to pull her closer, his face a mixture of terror, anger, and longing. And then, barely aware his lips met hers.]