[ No, he really can't. That's what he wants to answer, but he at least lets it roll around in his brain for a moment before opening his mouth. ]

That's hard for me. I protect everyone. I want to protect you, even if you probably don't need it.

[ Malcolm rests his chin on her shoulder and wraps an arm around her waist. Time for some depressing introspection. ]

What do you even see in me if I can't help keep you safe?

[ He's essentially made it his life's mission to protect the people around him, especially the ones he cares about. ]