"You leave my plate to me," he assured softly. "But I won't say no to the help of keepin' one less thing off it."

If he could trust Malcolm to take care of this, if he could know that he didn't have to worry about coming home and finding Malcolm sprawled out on the floor of the bathroom with a bottle of pills next to him.

"I assume you'll sort through whatever we can snatch - you plan on givin' any to your friend Carter?"