"Don't," Mal tenses. "Don't even try to say that. You want me to tell you when I have problems, fine. You want me to play nice, fine. But when it comes to this - you and me, in front of everyone in our lives - you have to tell me what the good gorram is going on. Because right now? All I have been doing is for you. And you don't seem to be giving a rat's ass."

Mal has been speaking slowly, evenly. Colder than he wants to be.