He hangs on to the tea with one hand, his other going up to cling to Malcolm's arm. Not to pull it away. Just to hang on. He leans in against the embrace, eyes still shut tight.
"I love you," he says quietly. "I would love you even if I didn't feel..."
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"I love you," he says quietly. "I would love you even if I didn't feel..."
How can he even put it?
"I just love you," he says, more quietly.