Malcolm pushed his own french press across the counter. "Why don't you take this one," he said. "I can literally pick up another one this afternoon. It'll give me something to do. Mostly I try to distract myself when I'm here alone. Listen to music. Yoga. Read. Walk around the neighbourhood."

Look at the phone. Hope Gil calls with a case. Go to the station and beg Gil for a case. But he didn't want to look too hopeless.

"Sometimes I stop by to see my therapist."

He gestured to the french press. "Let me get you the coffee grounds that go with it," he said, getting up to go to one of the cupboards.