Malcolm's face threatened to crumple for a moment, then he recovered it. He pressed his lips together and nodded, his own eyes dropping to the floor.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "Um." He looked at Neal. "There was this chasm and this..." he started, then stopped and waved it off, clearing his throat. "Anyway. I'm." He gestured towards the stairs. "But I'll see you later, right? Since you're staying?" he confirmed one more time.