“I appreciate that,” Malcolm says sincerely. He reaches for Klaus’s hand on the counter, his fingers just hooking Klaus’ fingers there and holding on. “I really do appreciate your care. But I’m happy when I’m with him. In the grand scheme of this horrible place… how much does it really matter what he’s doing when he’s not with me? It did hurt to think that I’d been displaced by someone he can take home, but he was super clear about how much I matter to him. I’m…” He shrugs. “I’m at peace with that part of it. With the idea that we only have here and… I want my chance. I want my turn being good enough for the coolest guy at school. I want… I want my moments of the fantasy that someone good and kind and sexy could know everything about me and love me anyway. I want it.”