[Come on, dude, you didn't even try.

Okay. Maybe, just maybe, he's still waking up and a little bit buzzed, so it could be less that he thinks Mal's an idiot and more than Ethan just is one. Doesn't mean Mal's going to go any easier on him, unfortunately. He pulls him up just a little before letting him drop back to the ground.]

Really.

[He stares down at Ethan to get a better look at him. If it were someone else's blood, it would have splattered all over his skin too. And the unused futon looks neat-ish enough that it doesn't look like there were signs of a struggle in the room, and the floor's clean, so it doesn't look likely that Luna had to kill him after all. He glances up to the corners of the room, holding his breath, but of course there's no monitor jutting out from the wall, no red glow of death...

This really is just some drunken fool who got into a stupid accident, isn't he? Ugh. Mal finally pushes off of him and stands to peel his significantly less bloody shirt off.]

Tch. If you want to pretend you didn't go and get yourself killed like an idiot, at least hide the evidence.