"I didn't know that," Malcolm tells him. "Until you said it. Thank you."

He doesn't pluck his glass from Tim's fingers, just watches him fidget with it.

"You actually haven't really seemed pleased to see me since you got back, until..." He gestures towards where Tim embraced him when he arrived for the wake. "Just here. I thought maybe I did something or... said something." It's usually that he says something.