Right. Found a potential partner and he does just what he says he does. No scrubbing up, no time to think about what it means, right up to his doctor's office. Flops down on the carpet and lets everything tumble out. Last night. This morning. How it felt to be human. His misgivings, his certainties, his quiet terror and his absolute resolution that this is going to end badly. that this whole thing was a mistake.

That he should've died and Carolina should've walked away.

Survivor's guilt is an old friend and they end up spending more time on that than his resolution to get absolutely wasted later. He'd mentioned it and got nothing.

Course when he leaves there's Delta just. Waiting for him. That won't leave him alone, that ends up shoving his way into York's room while he's showering (and drinking yes he had a flask stowed in the bathroom that Delta didn't find no he isn't ashamed) and they may or may not still be arguing about that and other things when there's a knock on the door. Any distraction is better than none even if it's Malcolm and York doesn't so much open the door as wrench it open, teeth clenched and snarling around his last line of the argument. "-just upset it's not fucking YOU! So either be here and be fucking compassionate about it or take your codependent ass and fuck off!"

D, for his part, is sheet white. Angry, mortified, or hurt- Right now? York doesn't much care. The thin tech mumbles- something- and shoves his way past Malcolm to scurry back to his room.