Malcolm is surprised by the contact. It draws his eyes to Neal's face.
"Sleep? No. No, it wasn't safe. For them. I made restraints from bungee cords here," he explains, tilting his head towards the ceiling. "I have to sleep in restraints or I walk." A beat. "Walk. Run. ...Fight. It's... not safe."
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"Sleep? No. No, it wasn't safe. For them. I made restraints from bungee cords here," he explains, tilting his head towards the ceiling. "I have to sleep in restraints or I walk." A beat. "Walk. Run. ...Fight. It's... not safe."