[She accepts the mug, relaxing as the tension within her eases. Malcolm understands. It's more than York managed, for all his claim that he listened to her when she'd talked. Hands wrap around the mug, drawing it close but not yet lifting so it might be sipped from. ]

He's clingy, isn't he, even when he tries not to be. [statement of face. She can't quite manage a smile] Sometimes I think it'd be easier on him if he didn't care so much.

[his heart bleeds so easily, exposed as it is on his sleeve. Not that hers, or Malcolm's, do not - they just hide their hurts better.]