Malcolm Bright

[The way he says that is off putting in Abel's mind, they'd been having a conversation, he'd just started to get angry again, sitting there and asking questions.

He'd been so reluctant to say any of that aloud. He was fine. He'd always been fine. Except when he wasn't and he'd had Cain there to talk him through the panic, using his hands as blinders to block out everything else so all he could see was him. Abel might have practically killed himself to get them out, but Cain had been the catalyst that allowed them to leave.

Malcolm's method doesn't really leave him wanting to talk about it more, but he knows he should. He has to or else it's just going to continue to crop up, weigh him down, and these things are secrets that anyone could use against him, and he's not ready to hear someone else who doesn't know anything about him use any of this as a knife.

He sucks in a deep breath, elbows on the counter, head in his hands as he nods.] I'm not familiar with the process, but I want to be.