He turns his shower to scalding so he won't get lost in the chill. Scrubs himself till all the gunk and funk from being in the undersuit for fucking ever is gone, leaving him pink and his scars a stark white against his skin. Actually shaves for the first time in awhile- doesn't even knick himself though the memory is overlaid with having a jaw that's more narrow and a chin that's more pointed and he has to stop for thirty seconds before he cuts himself using Malcolm's muscle memory.

It passes, like it always does, and he finishes cleaning up. Dresses in the usual 'fuck it' uniform of bdus and an oversized sweater (not his fault he's always feeling cold) and gets a tray of veggies. No meat. He doesn't need the protein right now and something fresh'll help. He doesn't actively try to avoid or find Malcolm but he ends up dropping onto the table across from him anyway.

Carolina hovers at his elbow, peering at the assortment with a wrinkled nose. You don't even like broccoli.