"Malcolm..." There's more he should be saying but- he's got calls to make. Sitter for Duke. Service to clean the kitchen. A note to set aside money to fix the oven and the fridge. Mal slipping out of his fingers and he doen'st know what he needs to do to fix this.

But it needs fixing.

"You ready?" He's- got his shoes and his coat and he's scrubbed the worst of the blood of his face.