[ His head snaps up like it always does at that, the way Mal's voice wraps around his name he hears so rarely. It's softer now than the last time, gentle even and he doesn't know what to do with that. ]

It was easier to cope before I knew what happened after, you know? When I didn't think about what my dying did to everyone else. That day on the sofa, when we marathoned die hard? D remembered me dying....and I felt it. What it was like for him.