Malcolm turns more towards Will, which puts him half in his lap and lets him slide his arms around Will’s neck.

“You know, sometimes people try to rile me up by suggesting… doing something to you or… coming on to you. And they always seem kind of surprised when I’m like …try it and sorry not sorry about any missing body parts you escape without,” he says with a shrug. “Reasonably… objectively, I know you can handle yourself. It’s just… I can’t…” he trails off, his brow creasing faintly. But Will knows what he can’t. “I just can’t,” he whispers.