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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[abrightboy]

Malcolm doesn’t try not to have emotions around Will. It isn’t even an instinct when they’re together anymore, trying to clamp down on them. Several cross his face, but he holds his gaze.

“If you don’t find me, I’ll find you,” he finally says, quiet but firm. “I can find you. I can go anywhere. If you can’t get back, then I’ll come for you.”

[empathicfault]

Will watches, quietly. He's not sure, for a short while, if maybe he brought this up too early. But they're both used to hard truths, and working through them. It's far easier to do so when they're together.

Malcolm's decision- not just bracing for the worst-case scenario but deciding to fight it- honestly surprises Will. It shouldn't, but it does. That someone other than the worst monster he knows would do that for him...there's a flash of vulnerability that breaks through the determination in his eyes, and he feels a little like crying. He smiles instead, pulling up Malcolm's hand so he can kiss his knuckles gently.

"I'd like that. We'll find each other then, fate and universal barriers be damned." He meets Malcolm's eyes once more. And when they kiss again, he feels like he's kissing the cosmos. Light and energy pour through them both. "And God help anyone that tries to get between us," he murmurs happily against Malcolm's lips.