Malcolm hangs back a little, but takes his hug when it's offered. He laughs faintly for what feels like the first time in a year, though it's just been... what? Twenty-four hours?

"Hjerte's tentacles tickle," he says with delight as he pulls back from the hug. He returns to his place near Will's elbow. "Can I get you some tea or...." He glances at the kitchen. "Mineral water?"