Neal gives him a long, blank look. He feels like his insides have locked up. He feels like he might be sick, or like he might try to yank his stitches out so Malcolm has a crisis to solve and can't wait for the answer to that question.

"I..." When did he say that? Why did he say it? What was he thinking? Was he thinking? Apparently not because he has no memory of that giant mistake whatsoever. "That's."