Malcolm isn’t sure what to say.

He wants this. He wants Neal’s love more than anything.

But it feels dishonest to take it when Neal doesn’t even know who he is or whether he’s worthy of it.

“Do y…” whatever the question was, it dies in his throat. Then frowns at himself. Then he leans forward impulsively and kisses him, though in the face of even mild resistance, he’ll immediately back off.