Out of all the things he might have guessed, that certainly wasn't the information he was expecting to be dropped in his lap right now. He's a little stunned by it, honestly, maybe even more so the calm way Malcolm manages to deliver it. "Oh my God..." he breathes out, one hand drawing up to rest over his mouth. He doesn't feel any better for asking. That's more than he even knows how to begin unpacking.

"Mm- Malcolm, I-- I'm sorry." is all he can say for one, stunned moment before he can't stop his mouth again. "I shouldn't have asked. I shouldn't have said anything. I mean it, Malcolm, I'm... I'm really sorry." No, there was no way in a million years he could known, or even ventured to guess all of that, but that doesn't make it okay that he just dragged all of that out with one, stupid question.