“It’s two different kind of greeds you're trying to compare, Malcolm.” He shakes his head. “He wants to have more with other people, you want more of just him…” he pulls back slowly, just enough to look at him. “You were imbalanced in this from the beginning, I think. He’s figuring out a part of himself he always assumed didn’t exist… it’s a greedy place to be in, because a whole different part of the world he never thought to look at has cracked open here. And it’s fine— it would be fine if he wants to feel those things out, but only if he was honest about it. Drew the lines where they needed to be.”

His hands go up to frame Malcolm’s face, “So that someone doesn’t end up hurt for thinking this, and they, mean more than they have the room to be while he discovers all these things about himself.”