Malcolm nodded. "I... can help with... whatever needs done." He crossed his arms across body. "I'm not..." Suicidal? There'd been a time when he was sure of that. "Going to jump off of anything." Probably. "You don't have to worry about me." Well, that was probably just a lie, but he didn't want to be a burden. "I'm..." He jumped slightly when the kettle whistled and he turned to take it off the burner and pour it shakily into two cups, splashing hot water on the counter. He dropped teabags in. "I can manage," he assured, pushing one cup towards Raylan.