[He walks away from her, then, running his hands over his face and through his hair before crossing his arms. Someone to rip her head off. It bothers him just considering that Mal would have done it.
And, at the same time...
He turns back to her, nods curtly. He understands. Still hates it, but - he understands.]
/spam
And, at the same time...
He turns back to her, nods curtly. He understands. Still hates it, but - he understands.]