"Raylan said something similar last night," Malcolm told him. "I was sorting the ones I had so far when he came to bed."

He shoved the drawer shut and opened another.

"But the noise. The... visits. You can't know." Though, at the last observation, Malcolm laughed. "Mathias isn't going to maintain my supply," he noted. "They don't replenish; I checked." He held up a finger and looked at Tim over his shoulder. "I'm going to ration them. I'm not going to... take them therapeutically like I do at home. I'm just going to take them when I need them."