Malcolm closes his eyes, glad that he didn't hurt her. He's hoping so badly that this first night sleeping in the same bed won't end in a disaster.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather sleep upstairs so that you can actually sleep?" he asks, knowing already what her answer will be. She's not going to leave. Her fingers in his hair are soothing and he takes a deep breath.

"It was Ainsley. She was coming after me with a knife."