"And I guess you're too smart for anyone stupid to put up with you."

She shifts one hand to the back of his head. It's hard for her to figure out the words for this, for the tangled mess of feelings she's probably going to need a couple of days to sort out. Her own anxieties, the things that don't make sense, the fear that Malcolm might be a little more far gone than ever. Gratitude for his unknown caretakers. Very quietly, she says, "I'm glad you're still with us, Bright."