"I have a therapist at home," he tells her. "I also take meds. Thankfully they magically came with me and don't seem to run out, otherwise I probably would have lost my mind by now."

Well, that's pleasant. Malcolm's amazed that anyone would want to be friends with him after they find out that he has to strap himself to the wall to sleep and needs pills in order to feel normal.

"Uh, anyway... you probably don't need to hear about all of that."