[This is why he pulled away from them, towards the end - never knowing how to deal with Mal in such a fragile state, having trouble seeing her like this and knowing how she used to be, but here they are now - and at least she doesn't seem inclined to murder him.

He sighs, resisting the old urge to just leave her with Dom and go to a bar and get really drunk.]

You don't know, I guess. But I won't hurt you, and I'm trying to wake up too. So you can trust me, whether I'm real or not.