Malcolm Bright

He shifted his head so he could look down at Malcolm at the fingers on his cheek, oblivious to the slight double chin it gave him. "Yeah?" He shifted back. "Good. You can call me if you need too. I might not be completely coherent, but I can give you plenty of fresh voice. And hearin' you will be nice too."

He loved when they talked, anytime they talked. Even if it wasn't about anything important, he could close his eyes and pretend that Malcolm was there with him, bright eyes and complementary hand gestures and all.