“It’ll be even worse if I get prospective clients looking for the guy who sleeps with his patients,” Malcolm says with a frown. “He said it in public. And I don’t know who he chats about it with.”

He sighs.

“Everyone says it doesn’t matter. Maybe I’m conveying my meaning just fine and it just doesn’t matter,” he concedes.

He looks at Will uncertainly. “You’d tell me if you thought I was… being inappropriate, right? Or if I hurt you?”