"It's not your fault," Malcolm says quickly. He takes Neal by the elbow and steers him towards the bathroom. "I'm just... having a hard time downregulating after... all that. I was just. Really holding everything in. If he held me there for, like, one more minute I might have... Well. Done something I regretted. Said something terrible. Hurt him."

He takes a salve out of the medicine cabinet and lifts the peas carefully off the wound, tossing them in the sink before gently dabbing some of the salve on the burn.

"Burned friendships. Burned new acquaintances. Burned my chances of still... existing here."