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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[abrightboy]

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.

[empathicfault]

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."

[abrightboy]

"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."