He stumbles along until they're shown to a set of chairs to sit and wait in, limps till he can fall back into one and curl his fingers in around Malcolm's. He knows that grip, he's done it to himself, they need to not. He tugs him close and just. Tries to wind down his breathing. Bury his face against Malcolm's side and still his mind like he would before a lock.

They're fine.

They're gonna be fine.

"...I will if I have to. So. Be. Be really. Really fucking sure if you ask that. Okay?"