“Night, Zoe.”
“Night,” Zoe called out to his back, watching him depart. She sat heavily into her chair at the table, depression settling over her. Now, when it was too late, she realized what the trouble was. What had set Jayne off.
It had been her lack of trust. Her’s and Mal’s, she amended. They had treated him so carefully after the revelation of who he had once been, and what he was capable of, that he had decided they didn’t trust him.
-- Inferno – Chapter Five by badkarma00