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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[empathicfault]

Will is so glad that Malcolm will take advice from him- he knows it's because Malcolm's has been through so much therapy, but as the saying goes- 'doctors make the worst patients.' And Malcolm's been in that role for a while now.

He didn't expect to hear more than one name, either, so the list is encouraging. "He asked you to, huh? And you got through to Kikimora, really? I gave up on her after one conversation." And maybe that wasn't entirely fair, but that's why Will would never be interested in anything near this type of job.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiles down at Will's knee and somehow manages to snuggle a little closer.

"It only took about six tries, but I got her to even come in the office and talk over a cup of coffee." He tilts his head to look at Will. "She's not graduating any time soon."

[empathicfault]

Will smiles a little too. "No, didn't figure she would be. That's a good list, though."

He could keep breaking down the others listed, be very reasonable and methodical about it, but Will takes this less-panicked time to kiss Malcolm gently on the side of the head and continue rubbing his back. Will can't tell him it'll all be okay- that's a platitude that hasn't worked with him for years.

But what he can do is be here, a warm presence that Malcolm can take some solace in. In order to accommodate that, Will shifts around a bit and then manages to pull the edge of the warm blanket over his shoulders as well. His arm carefully finds its way around Malcolm's back, just under the blanket now. They can sit under here for a while. "I'll get you some tea in a little bit," he promises.

[abrightboy]

It’s so warm and he feels… loved and this is the only sanctuary on the whole ship.

Malcolm curls up against his side, his head on Will’s shoulder. He traces a pattern on Will’s leg.

“Can I just… stay here tonight? I’m not going to sleep.” He quickly adds “You can sleep! I just. Already know I won’t. So maybe I can just stay here. If that’s okay.”

[empathicfault]

"Of course. And odds are 50/50 that I won't sleep, either, so it'd be nice to have the company." His arm squeezes Malcolm closer, just a bit. Maybe it's a little bit possessive...but Will doesn't want Malcolm going anywhere.

As if to help out, Winston lays his head on Malcolm's feet. Will notices and chuckles. "Looks like the dogs agree." Jet is in the process of trying to 'sneak' onto the open spot on the couch, next to Malcolm- as if Will has ever restricted couch access to any dog before.