Malcolm just looks at him for a second, like the person wearing his face also understanding its expressions takes him briefly by surprise.

“…My sister was here for a little while. And an important friend from home arrived with me but disappeared shortly before she did,” he explains. He doesn’t go into the people he’s met here that he had grown close to that then disappeared, or his terror over eventually losing George or, god forbid, Neal. “But it happens to everyone at some point.”