He's been there. Yelling, asking, begging- it doesn't- it wouldn't have helped him. He cant' imagine what it's been like for Malcolm and he just-

he said he would. He said he would if Malcolm was sure. And he's keeping his end of the bargain, making sure that Malcolm is sure. No gun here but he can- he can take him home and make it quick. God then the apologies. The fucking apologies that Malcolm can't help and he sucks in a shuddery breath. "Home. Hotel. Spa. Fuck'n- I don't care. As long as you're with me and you- whatever you want, Mal. Whatever you need."