He debated the pros and cons of sitting in bed with Terrence before finally shaking his head. "It might hurt you if you have to move or if I touch you, I'm fine on the chair," he said with a smile, reaching to hold Terrence's hand instead. "I can keep my hands off you for a little while, I'm sure. It probably won't kill me even if it feels like it will."
Malcolm looked around the room, knowing it would bore him to death to be in here for more than five minutes if he was hurt. "Do you want me to bring you anything tomorrow so you don't get bored?"