Harley sighs heavily and gets up. Sure, he's got trauma out the wazoo, but Malcolm is still wildly blessed with privilege. Of course he thinks starting over after burning your professional career to the ground is easy. He did it with the FBI and the NYPD handed him his dream job on a gold platter.

"No decent gig is going to have me, Malcolm. I mean, fuck, how do you think the world works?"