He smiles. "Yeah." Malcolm is happy that he finally told her what he'd been feeling. Not that it was some huge secret, but saying the words finally put everything between them on the table. He's never felt happier.

"I like cuddling with you," he says. "Do you have anything to sleep in here or do you want to borrow one of my T-shirts?"

Harley's here so often that he imagines she's got half a closet full of clothing upstairs, but he isn't exactly sure what.