"Maybe, I said maybe." He snaps his head up to look directly at Malcolm for the first time, his eye red, the bionic replacement a perfect white. He fades to reach a tentative hand out, catching himself at the last second bake he made contact. "Because even if it wasn't real the thing with north felt different. Like I couldn't breathe without him. Like he was everything. And I always thought- I thought that's how it is with you. And it is but it's not as...overwhelming. that's probably healthier for us both.It's kind of frightening now that I think of it."

Maybe he's to bitter. Maybe he's too tired, too scared. "I do love you. I just don't know why it feels so different. But I don't love you any less. I promise."