Her message read “I think you should see someone” so instead, Malcolm drank. Her message read “You need someone to talk to about this”, so instead Malcolm got shit-faced, three sheets to the wind, under the table, forgot his own name DRUNK. His face is currently pressed against his cold kitchen floor.
Malcolm has been awake for a good quarter of the hour, he just hasn’t moved. Malcolm was not participating today. If the world wanted to be cruel, to be meaningless and absurd, let it, it just had to do so without him.