"Because you are. Delta, jack and lkoi could never talk to me again and it'd be awful but as long as you can still stand me I'll live happy. If I fuck this up..." Malcolm had always been special in how York looked to him, treated him. He's not the same kind of blind spot for him that delta is, but there's a lot he doesn't think about or overthinks when it comes to him. He takes a moment to breathe, to state down at his hands and catch what he's actually doing finally. Jesus.

"I'm terrified of ruining this, but not near as afraid of this working. I- I don't think I deserve good things on my life, mal, and you're one of the best things I've ever had happen to me." He huffs a soft, bitter laugh. "So I'm shooting myself in the foot every chance I get."