"It is the weirdest not quite friendzone conversation I've ever had with someone. He's- protective and possessive. Dr. Church's program kinda fucked everyone in the Dome up and he's sorta made it his mission to fix me." He shrugs, propping himself up on his elbows to look over at Malcolm, brows raised.

"What. You're too good to sit? Seriously. Door's closed. No one's gonna see. I promise I don't have designs on your virtue."