"No shortage at all," he quietly agreed, meeting Malcolm's kiss and bumping their foreheads together with a deep breath afterwards.

"Your cliff happened so many years ago. Does seein' it now push you back off it all over again? Because I do want you to be careful. I don't know what it's like in that head of yours." He reached up, brushing his fingers along the side of Malcolm's face softly. "I worry about you."