Will raises his eyebrow as Malcolm starts running. But there's been a smile on his face pretty much the whole day and it's certainly not disappearing now. He speeds up and marvels at how fun it feels to run, even on two legs. Especially when they're rushing towards their own space.

It's not until they reach the door and he sees the sign that he realizes what's going on. He breaks into a joyous laugh and a small, muttered, "When did you find time?" The 'honours,' though- he nods. And in one motion, he'll move to try to sweep Malcolm off his feet and into Will's arms in a princess carry. It'd be a gamble beforehand, but after his turning? It shouldn't be a problem.

And okay, this is Malcolm's threshold already, but he's still going to be carried across it. Will reaches for the door handle once Malcolm's sufficiently situated.