"Good," he replied, head falling back into the pillows with a soft exhale with the kiss, fully prepared to sink into the feeling of comfort and maybe explain himself a little bit.

Oh. Of course. Maybe time for him to go already.

"Kickin' me out already?" he huffed with a fully convincing tone of levity. "It's definitely not safe for either of us to not be wearin' pants," he admitted, letting go of Malcolm and gently pushing up until he was freed and able to turn and sit on the edge of the bed, already kicking himself as he ran a hand through his hair. "But if Doc and I can contain you without restraints, I'm sure I could handle containin' you with them. Less you'd.. rather not risk it." He had been drinking.