Doc, regressing to the well isn't the best mental health day.

"I understand." Because he does. He can't count how many times he's been ten years old and he's opened the box. "This place puts us through a lot. Nobody can be expected to carry it all every day. I've stumbled under it more than most people." Malcolm watches Doc's face from under his brow. "You know... you're allowed to lean on the people who've leaned on you when they needed it. That's how a family works. I can't speak for anyone else, but... I'd be honoured to help bear your weight when you need it. You don't even have to ask..." He knows how hard that is for men like Doc. "Just... bring it to me and I'll take it."