Yes, he was definitely going to mention it again instead of shoving it back into the bag of sharp knives it’d crawled out of.

Definitely.

“It’s alright,” he assured when she apologized again. “You should never be sorry for the way you feel. I just hate to see you cry.”

He pulled her closer again, and held her there in his arms for a few long moments before he let them finally drop.

“Ah- one moment,” Malachi retrieved the handkerchief from his pocket. With a warm smile, he lifted it to gently dry her cheeks. “See? It’s already of use to me. Would you mind making me another?”