When Malcolm doesn't throw up all over his eggs, Doc takes the chance to start eating. It's still a little warm and it is quite possibly the most comforting thing he's eaten in the past few days.

"Where's the fun in that?" he jokes about Malcolm having to be able to undo the knots when he's awake as Doc works away at his eggs. Sometimes when he wears that smile he's 166 going on 12.

"We can tie you down in a house on your own," Doc offers as he leans back in his seat a bit, pointing his fork at Malcolm. "Won't be anything you can get out of on your own though."