Before she knew it Mal’s arms were around her and she was crying into his linen shirt. “Shhh...” he whispered into her hair, patting a comforting rhythm onto her shaking back. She felt Kaylee’s hand then, too, slip into hers, the little mechanic’s head rest on her knee.
“We’re here for you, Zoe,” said Kaylee, voice soft and tearful. “Don’t you ever think we ain’t. And he is too.”
-- Simple Things, part 2 by BigDamnBoots