He's right, he's right, Will's right. Malcolm takes a breath, however shaky, in through his nose and out through his mouth, then another, slower, a little more steady.

"Okay. Um." He can do this. One person that got help from his advice. "...Kikimora?" He suggests. "...Maybe Johann, but I don't know if that's going to stick now. I'm not sure it's a good thing for him that Florian is here." He pauses. "Um. I was helping Neal for a little while. But in retrospect, I'm not sure it was working because he liked my methods. I think it was working because he liked me. ...Francis. I helped Francis quit drinking again. He asked me to."