He didn't want to freak York out, but this is the opposite reaction he expected. He's so...soft. Doesn't accuse, doesn't--doesn't judge. Malcolm bends, curls over him, cradling both of them.

"I don't want to leave you alone. I don't want to do that to you. I should be stronger, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we can--go somewhere." He wants to stop and he wants these tears that have slipped out to stop, but he'll try to put those disquieting thoughts aside. This is temporary. Everything is...well, some of it is temporary. He just has to get through to the other side. Even if he can't see it. Even if it sounds like a fairytale.