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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[empathicfault]

Mmm, yeah.

[ Will agrees, taking a big breath and sighing with happiness as they settle together. It's almost automatic by now, the way they snuggle together under the blanket, Will adjusting so that Malcolm's more comfortable leaning on him. ]

Think it took some time for me to shift from this past week to being on the ship again. Not that I'd want to live out there, just...it felt nice to be making my own choices, helping people on my own terms. Doing it with you.

[ His eyes dart over to look at Malcolm and he smiles. ]

[abrightboy]

[Malcolm smiles.]

Like how it’s going to be when we’re done here. Except we’ll have even more freedom in terms of where we can go.

[He lifts his head and looks at Will.]

I had a lot of fun, you know. On the planet. Doing all that. That’s not weird, right?

[empathicfault]

[ Will smiles so wide his eyes close. He looks practically blissful that way. ]

How would I know if it's weird? But we both enjoyed it. That's the important thing.

It felt like...I don't know, a preview of what we might have in a couple of years. What we're meant to be doing. Except maybe I'll be a little more practiced with your historical weaponry. You, of course, were fantastic the whole time.

[ He rolls just a bit to kiss Malcolm on the head. ]

[abrightboy]

[His smile gets broader, brighter.]

I’ll practice with you more. …In the Enclosure, where I can’t accidentally kill you.

[His fingers fidget absently with a button on Will’s shirt.]

I think it means we’ve made the right plans for our future, that it felt so right. And… for a little while at the start, it was like we were the only two people on the planet and it was… peaceful. Even with the monsters and stuff. Because that kind of threat is quantifiable, but removing… society really took more pressure off than I expected. I guess… I guess I knew that I live with a sort of constant awareness of… of the gaze and expectations of other people, but I really thought… I thought it didn’t affect me like it used to. Well. It doesn’t affect me like it used to. But. It’s still… a Thing. Which is annoying. [He scrunches up his nose a little at the thought.]