You're not killing any gangsters for Bright. If this port is the same length as the last one was, we're leaving tomorrow; you won't have time.
Besides, they ended the encounter way more messed up than us; Bright might've killed a couple. Which probably isn't going to be great for his long-term mental health.
Maybe it would've been better for his mental health if he didn't have to back you up, in that case.
[ It's snapped- the timing is bad, and he hasn't had a chance to calm down yet. ]
Why aren't you getting Gaius' healing? When you pushed it so hard on me? You really think you're going to be able to tell when you're just about to die?
I didn't start a fight and pull him into it, Graham. He was down in the black market, trying to buy something from a bad guy I'd been keeping an eye on. I showed up right when the guy pulled a gun on him.
And of course you can. I'm back on the Barge, checking in on Winston and Buster and Jax. I was bringing some supplies on board, but I should be all done with that now. I can find someone to let me out if you want to meet somewhere on the station, though.
[ And so Will is waiting in Malcolm's cabin, sitting on a bar stool and leaning back on the kitchen counter. He watches the front door as it opens, smiling at Malcolm as soon as he has the chance. ]
All the same...he doesn't let people get hurt. Especially not by other people. There was no way he was going to leave you. He just doesn't have a soldier-civilian mentality.
Malcolm meets that smile with one of his own. He has a package under his arm, but he deposits it on the counter for the moment, in favour of wrapping his arms around Will to squeeze him tight. Francis already intercepted him to change his stabbed, bloody pants. There’s no physical sign he was in a fight. He gives Will a kiss before drawing back.
“I missed you all day,” he says, though he went to the station without him on purpose. To find him a gift.
He picks up a solid, shiny black box and hands it to Will. Inside he’ll find a device that looks like a particularly sleek helmet with an opaque visor built in.
Will accepts the hug readily, humming happily as Malcolm tells him he missed him. "I missed you, too. Although I'm sure we both had chores to-"
That's when he sees the box. "This is for me?" He raises an eyebrow and opens it. He pulls out the helmet and starts looking it over carefully. He had his own little something to give Malcolm, but the smaller black box rests forgotten on the counter as he looks over the helmet.
He thinks he might know what it's for, but he goes with his least likely suspect as a joke. "You bought me a motorcycle? I dunno...might be kind of hard to ride it in the Barge..." He smirks a little as he looks hopefully back up to Malcolm. Tell him what this does, please?
"It's like..." He's almost giddy but has to search for the right words. "It's like a sensory deprivation tank, except it's portable! I mean. It gives you the same experience as a sensory deprivation tank. But you can use it anywhere. If you're overwhelmed."
He breaks into a grin, hearing about it. "I was wondering if it was something like that. That's perfect. Maybe it'll even help me 'reset' some when I've been on the Barge too long."
The breaches 'helped,' as far as that went, and he's definitely found some respite here in Malcolm's cabin. But a total void? Maybe his brain can finally work out some of the twists and turns it's got this way.
He gives Malcolm a small, mischievous smile, then puts the helmet on. Got to test just how heavy a dark and quiet it gives him, right? He won't be long, honest. Hell, even just not having to worry about whatever expression he's been wearing while he zones out might be nice.
It works better than Will expected, although being on the Barge had made him forget the extent of the technology on the station a bit. It's dark and silent and he can barely even feel anything, somehow. After about half a minute, Will tentatively reaches up and pulls it off, blinking like he'd just come out of a tunnel.
"You should try that sometime," Will recommends, setting it on the counter. "But while sitting. I get the feeling that after a few minutes, you'd lose all sense of up and down." His eyes focus on Malcolm and he breaks into a grin, before reaching out to pull Malcolm into another hug. "Now I can take a break anytime. I love it," he says into Malcolm's ear, before kissing just under it. "Thank you."
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