Malcolm’s face softens at the kiss to his hand. He nods. “I’m not mad. I guess this… just isn’t the place to try to make a life. I’ve never had a relationship where someone knew me as well as you do and has lived with my problems and still wanted me. I didn’t think I ever would. I just. I… got too… carried away. And I don’t want you to…” He took a breath. “I shouldn’t have pushed you about… the things I wanted in a place that probably won’t exist. You never promised me anything. I… just… clung to any thread that could be something. And that probably wasn’t fair to you.”