[He almost doesn't want to speak again. He almost wants to grab her and kiss her and find some sort of solace in her that he knows he doesn't deserve. He almost wants to give in to this moment in which most fellows would lean in and kiss her in order to snap the tension between them in half. Of course he reckons she doesn't have this kind of tension with most, he hopes she doesn't. And as soon as his mind goes there and starts filling with doubts, he clears his throat, looks away, and stands up.]
Guess I oughta let you get some shut eye. In here yappin' your ear off ain't doin' either of us any good. [Nope, unfortunately Malcolm Reynolds is not most fellows.]