Malcolm smiles down at his knees, but then looks at Neal uncertainly.

"How could they have known? I was a stranger. Acting like a lunatic. Seeing things? Talking to myself? Shaking? I don't even know what else. I just don't... sometimes I go out walking when I can't sleep and people cross the street to avoid me and I'm not anywhere near that bad. Why did it suck in all the kindest people in the world." A beat. "Oh my god, was I so in love with Raylan because he was the first one to... take me in?"