Malcolm watched him a little wistfully for a moment.

"You asked me to be part of your family," he reminded him matter-of-factly. But there was a sadness in his face as he said it. He'd believed it and he didn't want to think the distinction drawn now meant that it wasn't sincere, but that was a pretty clearly drawn line just then. 'Your family' and 'my family'. "But I just come bundled with something that's shameful for each situation, don't I?" he pointed out, still keeping his voice mostly even. "I understand the social climate where you live and why it means you don't want people there to know about us. But that's temporary, because we have plans that aren't there. But now you have to do a menial job that you really don't get anything out of to support your fallback heteronormative family and I'm an outsider with money that you can't share because it's dirty somehow." He raised his eyebrows slightly. "Unless you want to tell me about your longtime endless passion for bouncing in a bar and how your dream is finally coming true," he offered a little sharply.

'Your family' and 'my family'. It was stinging him.