“It’s not going to work,” Malcolm tells him. In case he’s concerned. In case he’s concerned and Malcolm clinging to him like a life preserver in a choppy ocean doesn’t allay those concerns.

He lifts his head to look at Will’s face.

“I’m sorry that I ran. I thought if I kept talking to you, you’d… realize it was me and then… it started to feel like I was deceiving you, not saying anything. And then I said something and… it seemed like… when you actually saw me, you didn’t know who I was. And… that was the scary part that I couldn’t handle.” A beat. “But I should have handled it better than that.”