He sets the glass back on the table and leans back into the couch again, still hugging his knees to his chest. He glances over at Malcolm when he sits with him and somehow, those words drop like a bomb in his chest.

"O-oh. Um..." His gaze drops and his chin tucks toward his chest. He doesn't even feel equipped to exist right now, how is he supposed to hold a meeting, and be encouraging enough about it that anyone showed up, nevermind manage getting anyone else to talk? "I don't know... I don't know what to call it, Malcolm." Right now, he has a sinking feeling no one would even show up anyway.