Malcolm sits on the arm of his chair, so he can reach his food and his drink and Malcolm as he wishes.

"I started out crazy, so it didn't have to work that hard on me." He pauses. "I can't believe that didn't... put people off. Going off my meds would be... god, some serious withdrawal. And then my symptoms slamming in full force. I don't even want to contemplate what I would have been like. Why did people stick around and deal with that?"