Malcolm presses his lips together, then leans back in his chair a bit.

“I wasn’t suggesting you don’t feel things.”

He laces his fingers together, tapping one index finger against the knuckle of the opposite hand beneath it.

“Okay. I saw them the day after they attacked Will the last time. They came to this office for counselling. I told them I was willing to help them, but they couldn’t attack Will anymore. They seemed fine with that then, but then they never came back.”