Fidgeting with a curl behind Will’s ear, Malcolm shifts his weight slightly, more a nervous gesture than anything, though he also still looks content, a smile lingering on his face.

“Will… I’ve been thinking. If I get another inmate after Kikimora? …I’m going to keep my deal and use it for something for us. For our future. When I promised my first two deals to my inmates… I couldn’t think of anything I would want them for anyway. I didn’t come here to get paid. But… this? Our plans? Our life together? When the time comes, I want to leave here with you and with everything we need to live exactly the life we want to have. I want that. So, I just… want you to know that I concretely am already working on giving up sacrificing myself to help people. I still want to help them, but… I want something for me too.” A beat. “That’s okay, right?” If you’re not an inmate, is it just selfish? After all the times he’s been told he may be acting selfishly in regards to Will, he retains some concerns about that. He hopes that’s overthinking it, though, because this decision feels… right.