Iyisha looked at him.
For a moment she thought she had misheard him.
"Come?" she repeated quietly.
Malcolm shifted his weight, his hand brushing briefly against the back of his neck before dropping to his side again.
"To the facility," he said after a moment.
Iyisha kept watching him, waiting for him to continue. His eyes held hers for a second, then drifted toward the floor before returning again, like he was searching for something else to add and coming up empty.
"You're asking," she said slowly, "or telling me that's what you're doing?"
"Asking."
Her arms folded loosely across her stomach.
"Why?"
Malcolm did not answer right away. His jaw moved once before he spoke.
"It's a short detour from New York. Maybe you'll learn more about what happened to you."
Iyisha tilted her head slightly, studying his face.
"And that's the only reason?"
His gaze held hers longer this time. His shoulders lifted with a quiet breath.
"I would want you to come with me."
