"If you would have fallen, I would have caught you." He knew Malcolm wanted more than that. Malcolm wanted how he felt when he kissed him, what was in his head. It was still a mess.

A million things sat on the tip of his tongue as he looked at Malcolm and none of them could fall without him twisting some more.

"Let's go see about those apples." He patted Malcolm's leg and stood, taking the opportunity as they walked towards the kitchen to reset a little. "Glad to hear that Ellie is bein' kept fed. Seems to be a pastime of people here. I wonder what about her triggers that."