[ He notices Mal showing up in the periphery of his mind, absentmindedly returning that nod before getting back to fiddling with his plants. There's not a whole lot to do, they're fine the way they are but he can't bring himself to leave just yet so here he is, pinching off drying flowers and readjusting bits of dirt for no reason other than to keep his hands busy.
He looks up when Mal approaches, a little startled to be brought out of his thoughts. ]
Oh, uh... hey. I'm, uh... I'm pretty much done? Just... just thinkin', I guess.