[ He thinks even Shaw could catch Malcolm's distress, honestly. He takes his time pulling the sweatpants on. But at the end he reaches for Malcolm's shoulder, sways a bit towards Malcolm, and- kisses him on the lips and cheek. Just quick pecks. ]

I doubt it. He hates it here, and he can go rest up more safely in my cabin.

[ Will gives Malcolm a slightly assessing look. ]

How're you holding up? I know it's harder for both of us, seeing the other get hurt. I'm...okay, though. Really. Couple of weeks and I'll be good as new.