He doesn't know what he's expecting the answer to be, but the concern is rampant across his features. "What? But- he- he was ju– what happened? Are you okay? Stupid question– you're obviously not. But–"

God, he know what to say. He spiraled like the addict he'll always be at heart the minute he realized that Five was gone, truly gone. He has no idea how to handle things.

So instead of trying to make it better with words, he inches his fingers up to take the pipe away from Malcolm, set it on the ground, and tug him into a hug.