“Yeah, that’s me.” He scoffs softly. “I’m not good with silence. You’ve probably...noticed that, by now..” he takes another long drag from his cigarette. “You think I should just— let him come to me? Because, I’ll be honest, I think if I don’t badger him into it eventually, he’ll think I gave up. And that’ll just make it easier to keep avoiding everything and convincing himself it’s for the best to just keep it all to himself when—”

He pauses and sighs, “really I think it’s the opposite. I think- I think people need that... I dunno... release, you know? Just from... getting it out. Off your chest. Out of your head.” But he’s already learned that very few of the rest of the people in Mathias Township operate that way. Malcolm is his biggest proponent in that particular theory.