A tension in the room breaks, and Malcolm's shoulders sink. He even slumps forward, leaning his elbows on her desk and laughing, breathy and light, with embarrassment and a release. "That's good to hear." What an understatement.

He shakes his head, a hand resting on his face momentarily as if to hide the joyful shame. "Of course, you are right. I didn't want to presume. You have your lofty position, and you are one of the most famous names here. To count myself among your friends seemed..." He gestures helplessly. They have just seen where that thought leads. This awkward confusion and pointless tension. "I truly apologize for being a buffoon." He hasn't acted so stunningly nervous about the idea of potentially fraternizing above his station since his old CO had been so friendly to him, a much younger fellow at the time.

"Besides which, I felt the topic difficult to approach. I should remember to be more blunt the next time I ask how you are."