Will reaches up to rub circles in Malcolm's shoulders, and he leans down to kiss him. Gentle. Quiet. Somehow still intense. "Come on. Let's sit."

It gives him the excuse to reach for Malcolm's right hand with both of his own, and guide them both to the couch in the living room. No tea, no snacks- hell, Will hasn't taken his shoes off yet. But sometimes things are more important in the moment. Winston settles his head on Malcolm's lap the moment they sit, recognizing the distress.