Malcolm Bright

"I'm glad you're not looking for pity, because I'm not offering it," Malcolm said plainly. "I know exactly how much it helps: not at all." Let the poor, frail Whitly boy explain it. "But I have a good feeling about your next marriage, whenever and whoever you choose for that..." he teased lightly.

His expression sobered at the story about Winona.

"You're allowed to be hurt by someone rejecting you and I'm sure it was rosier at the beginning than at the end, but... she wanted you to be someone you never had been. She still wants that. She loved part of you and never accepted the rest. I need you to understand the difference here, because I love you. All this complicated mess of human being," he explained, making a gesture to encompass Raylan. "I'm not saying you have to tell me everything. This isn't some kind of ultimatum. I just want you to understand the difference so you feel like you can tell me anything. You don't need to bite your tongue. I'll love you just as much when you're annoyed or sarcastic or stubborn as I do when you're happy or sweet or excited."

He didn't think Arlo was the only factor here and he needed to clearly draw the comparison.