Malcolm couldn’t help his expression crumbling just a little at that assertion.
“You and Doc both keep telling me you’re not kind people, fundamentally. But you helped me. For, at the time? No reason. Except kindness. You know, normally, when a party guest you barely know has a psychosis in your kitchen? Most people put them on their feet and thank them for coming and make sure the door is locked behind them once they’re shown out of it.”
His hand clutched at the front of Raylan’s shirt. “But if you think I don’t understand what you are, then tell me. I want to know.”
He was a profiler, not a psychic. Raylan would have to tell him what he thought or Malcolm would never know.
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“You and Doc both keep telling me you’re not kind people, fundamentally. But you helped me. For, at the time? No reason. Except kindness. You know, normally, when a party guest you barely know has a psychosis in your kitchen? Most people put them on their feet and thank them for coming and make sure the door is locked behind them once they’re shown out of it.”
His hand clutched at the front of Raylan’s shirt. “But if you think I don’t understand what you are, then tell me. I want to know.”
He was a profiler, not a psychic. Raylan would have to tell him what he thought or Malcolm would never know.