"You always did." In his own, weird, Malcolm-y way. "For me, at least. Especially when I was little. You did a lot for me." Things Mom probably never even knew about, but he did anyway, because he was the big brother and it was just what they do for their baby sisters.

She tilts her head up to look at him, and it's a little bit like she's seeing him for the first time. Since getting here? Ever? Hard to say. But it's there, all across her face. She reaches up to card her fingers through his hair, just once. Fingertips lingering on his cheek, just for a second. She doesn't really know how to do this. But trying. Isn't that what Raylan said matters? (Since when did she start taking advice from the cowboy?)

"You are..." she whispers, her voice thick with tears pricking at the edges of her eyes as she stares across him blankly to the wall. "You matter, Malcolm." her voice breaks on that one. "You're important... to mom. To me."