She doesn't take my shit- so that helps. When I told her about moving out for awhile she made gave me a sippy cup and told her to tell her when I felt like handling my shit like an adult.

[ So it works for him. It's entirely different from what he'd had to put up with in the project.

Every pass of Malcolm's hand has him going loose, relaxed. Melting into it. ]

S'how I know it won't be as bad this time.