Ah, this is nice. Will is glad to hear that Malcolm thinks he's making progress- and clearly, Malcolm really thinks so. And Will hates to ruin it, even partially, but--
"Mmmhmm. But you know that inmates don't always graduate, right? And the amount of time we have is also a mystery? I'd like to think I'd have years of the Admiral's patience, but I can't say that for sure."
Harkin can make himself sick with that worry. Will isn't as concerned, but- it's something to consider. It's why he wants to be on the Warden side quickly.
Will's mouth twists a little, as he regrets the words just as much as he figured he would. He reaches forward to put his hands on both of Malcolm's shoulders, steadying him.
"I am," Will confirms. "But that's why I don't rest on my laurels and consider it progress. It's why I want to make sure I'm working with Shaw and letting you know how it's going. It's why I'm listening out for what makes people fade from here- sounds like it's a lack of connections." So he really doesn't want to disconnect himself from the others on this ship, if only for that reason alone.
"I used to be satisfied with my end on that cliffside. I'm not, anymore. We both deserve our trips. We deserve a home where we feel safe." He leans forward and kisses Malcolm gently on the lips. "And we deserve to know the intricacies of love, every twist and bend and fold. I won't let anything take it from us." His eyes shine with determination. He's going to make this work.
"Uhh." Oh no, what has he brought upon himself? This seems like a tough challenge. But as he thinks, he's finding he can come up with people. "Iris, definitely. And Sheehan. Anyone else is more of an acquaintance or friendly or...I'm not sure where we stand anymore. Reid, Laura, Yunlan, Raylan...Sebastian, Kirei, Kiryu..."
He rubs face, looking suddenly a lot less confident and a lot more like a rumpled cat. That was everyone, right? "Surely that's enough. Don't you think?"
Will chuckles at the 'good job,' wondering if he'll get a gold star after managing to collect fifteen people he doesn't hate.
But the question has his attention moving on. "That and the talk we had afterward. I mean, we came through it okay? But it was skirting some of the same things that fell apart for me back home. And all of those people could hit that point pretty easily."
Will's not sure why he's taking it any differently now than he used to. No expectations lead to less disappointment, and he knows that. So he shrugs.
Malcolm looks concerned, but it's for him, for his heart, not his checklist.
"What things? What things did it skirt?" he asks, fingers drifting restlessly across the front of his shoulder.
He doesn't think Will is really the one making things difficult; he's the one with a record of making things difficult here but he never wanted to make things difficult for Will.
We can wait until you're more settled. It's not exactly an urgent task, and I'm not at one hundred percent, myself. I'm still catching myself by surprise sometimes.
Same here. B said I shouldn't worry about him trying to call me his sister, and my first thought was that I wouldn't mind it if he did; my head's definitely not screwed on straight.
Will's eyes look down at a worn-down patch of his couch. The last thing he wants is more confrontation between Laura and Malcolm- so he does his best to keep it vague. "It's the crunch of gears not fitting together properly. The moment when they realize that they don't know me as well as they thought. And that means I've betrayed them, or left them, or...I really am unstable." What a surprise, the roll of his eyes says.
He shakes his head. "It didn't get that far with Addy, but I could see hints of it. I guess I'm just trying to prepare for the turn."
Not...really. It faded a little since that Breach, but it's mostly still there.
The deliberate part was holding on harder to the brotherly aspects so I could bury the 'being a zombie' parts, as much as possible. Luckily, my brain was literally turning into fungus at the time, so I think that probably helped.
This past Breach I didn't really have any connections to anyone, and I also didn't eat people, so I'm thinking I'll be affected less. I was a journalist, though.
"I know what's that's like," Malcolm acknowledges. "But... maybe it wasn't that. Maybe she just was surprised that you like me when the prevailing opinion she's encountered on the Barge is... otherwise. Maybe she's fine now, if that's passed."
Our lives sucked because of that company. You know what it would've meant for us to see that whole thing blown open? I get that you were probably doing it to help the human tourists, not us, but still.
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