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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[abrightboy]

It’s true. Malcolm watches him say it and it’s true. He kisses Will tenderly and threads his fingertips through the hair above his ear.

“I think… I think you’re the only one who can make that feel… safe.”

[empathicfault]

Will kisses him back, smiling against Malcolm's lips. They were actually going to do this. And maybe it's insane to try and explore murder 'safely,' with options given to back out if desired. But it's not more insane than pretending for one's entire life. It's not more insane than manipulating someone over years into various forms of murder. This really feels like this will work for them.

Malcolm says that and Will grins so wide his eyes briefly shut. "I'm so glad. I want to be safe for you, whatever form that takes."

[abrightboy]

"Do you think it will help you, too? With... knowing what's yours and what's his? Is it possible to still figure out what you want or... do you already know?" Malcolm asks curiously.

[empathicfault]

Will rubs his chin. "I already know. Hannibal let me lead with the attack on the Dragon. I made him come to us." He smirks.

"That being said...there's plenty more to learn, when I'm not desperate and backed into a corner. I'd like to see if anything changes then." He holds up a hand, briefly. "That's secondary, though. I want you to get what you need from this, first thing."

[abrightboy]

“But we can do it together, right? I mean, we can do both. We’re not in a hurry,” Malcolm says, threading his fingers through those on Will’s held up hand.

[empathicfault]

Will breaks into a sudden, fond chuckle and squeezes Malcolm's hand right back. "Of course. We have time. Or at least we do until Shaw finds out about this...which I think we can avoid for a while?" he muses. "She won't follow us more than a couple yards into the Enclosure."

He'd be a fool to not exploit that weakness...even if he does feel slightly bad about it.

[abrightboy]

“Oh! Also, if she decides to stick around there, we could make out a bit and if she thinks that’s what we’re there for, she’ll probably leave…” Malcolm muses, brushing his thumb back and forth over Will’s wrist bone.

[empathicfault]

The brushing tickles a little and Will laughs, his smile turning into more of a smirk. "Nah, that'd make her suspicious. We're generally too private, even with her around. What we should do-" he says it like he's sure, even if it's just a suggestion. "-is pretend we're just going for a wolf run. We've talked about that plenty of times, and she won't want to stick around long enough to watch us strip."

[abrightboy]

“You’re so smart.” Malcolm’s tone makes it clear that’s very sexy of him.