"Why?" he pressed. Morgan usually wasn't one to do so unless it was work. Mainly, he didn't like it being done to him. Yet there was no end if he didn't now with Inara. He had to know. And he wouldn't say exactly what he questioned... Why she shouldn't have the things she wanted, why she chose to pretend he was someone other than who he was, why she could look at him that way but insist she didn't hate him?

He lifted his hands and cupped her face between them. Inara would have to physically extract herself from him. "Why, Inara?" There was more she wasn't saying. It didn't matter if 'love' never left her lips. More was underneath the surface that needed to be said.