Malcolm's gaze snapped to Neal's face when he took Malcolm's hand. Very few people would do something like that. He'd noticed the psychogenic tremor was often treated like it was a contagious physical ailment. People didn't just... touch that hand.

Malcolm didn't pull it away, either.

"One day at a time," he echoed. He nodded, taking a deep breath. "I have to go take a nap," he said. "I didn't... sleep. There. At the boarding house. Raylan said he'd sit with me."