Oh, Mal. [Sighing, he brushes the back of his hand gently against her cheek briefly.] You couldn't ruin anything if you tried. I'm a lot more concerned about you than I am my night alone.

[He carefully pulls out of her reach, scooping up everything from the table in his arms and disappearing into the kitchen to put the food into the fridge, fetching a clean wine glass when he returns that he fills up and hands to her.] We need to do something to cheer you up.