He notices, and he doesn't let himself pause before stepping right through. He wants this to be normal, but this is the City of Sin, and Malcolm got flung back into his own universe for five years. There is no normal, not here, and not when they both loved each other once upon a time and have no idea where that leaves them now.

Malcolm slides into a booth and settles in with a short sigh. They don't have to talk about it now; they don't even have to talk about it tonight. But instead of wanting to push it away and ignore it for another day, he feels it's important to get out. Later, maybe. Give it just a little more time to breathe.

Give them both time to breathe.