"Huh?" Malcolm paused for a moment, face scrunching up as he thought over this. The initial timing didn't merit any digging in, because yes, it was October, and that wasn't something he'd forgotten. A week after he and Margo threw that absolute banger of a Halloween party at his old house. The cemetery had been involved too... also with Margo.

Ugh. The reminder caused a little pang of sadness to prickle in his chest, which he very quickly chose to ignore.

"Well... yeah. Yeah." He nodded as he mentally traced back over that week, as best he could without getting into the flashbacks too deeply. God, that was still without a doubt the strangest and worst week of his life. "Yeah, I did go to the cemetery, as a matter of fact. I was there the day before."

The implications, though unintentional, were left to hang in the air. He hadn't yet grasped how fucking in the graveyard was the common element, and so he didn't catch how merely establishing his presence before the run-in with Charles just may have incriminated him a bit.