Malcolm's whole face softens and he leans over - despite the effort required - to give him a gentle, tender kiss.

"I was mostly worried about... him doing the thing my dad does. Subtle little... seeds planted to drive a wedge in." He pauses. "I want to ask you what he wrote to you, but it feels like asking to see your text messages. I trust you. I don't want to sound like I don't. I'm just curious."