As Malcolm's hand ventures closer to Doc's off switch on the nape of his neck, his knees sink back under the water and he slumps a little deeper into the tub.

"Maybe you... would not have to..." What were they talking about again? Oh, right. Hair. Masculinity. And all that. "...ever trim it again before we go." They're still keen on leaving Mathias. Aren't they? Seems like she doesn't want them here either, trying to flush them out like this.

Doc tips his head to one side, giving Malcolm's hand more space to roam.