Nothing more is going to happen until you're comfortable with cuddling. Which you aren't. And that's fine.

[ He shrugs and tips his head over, resting it against Malcolm's hair. He's fine with this. He meant it when he said if it was the dude physical interaction thing that Mal wanted no part of, he'd do without.

He's done it before, really. ]

We do this at your pace. Not mine.