Malcolm's expression, starting to brighten, creases in concern when it starts. He recognizes what it is to see a horror movie in your head that you can't stop. Intimately. He sprays his hand on Will's chest.

"You have a unique ability to connect to people. To anyone. To understand them. Some people where you came from... they wanted to use it. So they used you. And you got hurt. But you're not going back there anymore. You're staying with me. I won't let them hurt you again."

He looks up at Will's face, determination in his features, but also a little shame: he hadn't protected Will from Justine's little game.

"You're staying with me now." He takes off his ring and holds it up for Will to look at. "Do you remember this?"