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Will has to grin now. Of course they'll have a boat. If they're lucky, it'll even be close to their house- it's supposed to be beachfront property, right? "Well, it's more piloting, unless you're talking a motorboat. But yes, I do. I'm used to sailboats and- as you might guess- the big clunky setups that are the houseboats. I imagine I can figure out just about anything else pretty quickly, too."

He shifts in position slightly, looking up at the ceiling as he casts himself into this possible future scenario. "I could teach you anything you want to know. We could even get a bunch of parts and a decent hull for cheap and fix one up ourselves. By the time you get done with that sort of project, you know it better than your own body."

Malcolm's eyes widen. "We can build a boat engine?" he exclaims. "Ourselves? A working boat engine?"

Will is delighted by this reaction- Malcolm can probably see that, even if it doesn't actually show up on his face. "We sure can. Just have to take it slow and careful and...honestly, a little lazy. That gives it time for problems to pop up. I, uh...I actually fixed up a boat and sailed it across the Atlantic, once. To Europe. Had a couple of minor issues, but nothing too big."

“We could park our timeship for a bit and just…… sail around the world? On a boat we made?” Malcolm clarifies, even more awestruck and excited.

"It'll take a while to make it, but- yes," Will says, punctuating it with a grin. "Why not? We'll be able to do anything we want. We can even get really clever with it and keep the timeship on the boat...just in case we need a miraculous getaway. For some reason."

Will appreciates that this became the topic of conversation. Sometimes Malcolm just needs reminding that he has a lot to look forward to. Even perceived harms are not that big in the grand scheme of things, here.

In his excitement, Malcolm shifts to face Will more, going from crosslegged to his knees, staying close enough not to dislodge the arm around him. "Maybe we can make it easy to slot in somehow so it's like.... the bedroom and then if there's a problem it'll be like a panic room and an escape pod all in one!"

"Yes, exactly," Will replies, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Although it's telling that's the first thought both of us had. Think we're planning on getting into trouble a lot?" He bets they will. Maybe not on Lark's world, but...probably there, too.

“Unless trouble knows what’s good for it and stays away,” Malcolm says with a grin. He leans in to give Will a kiss, then stops and glances around. “…Am I allowed to do that at your work?” he asks, suddenly concerned.

Will chuckles, and it comes out as a low, pleased rumble. "I don't think the snakes and the dogs are going to care too much, honestly. Maybe the rats, if they're paying attention," he says, cheekily.

With a lazy smile, he adds, "I really don't think it's a problem unless it interferes with my work. And- forgive me for saying so, but even you can't keep me from making sure animals are well-cared-for."

"Thank God," Malcolm tells him, then leans over to claim that kiss. "I'm so glad you exist."

Will takes that kiss happily, smile still playing on his lips. "I still find it...miraculous, that you exist," he replies smoothly. "Looks like we're both lucky."

“And for pretty much the first time ever,” Malcolm teases back. He steals one more kiss, then glances around. “I’ll talk to Sweeney maybe after the port,” he decides. He looks at Will again. “When is your shift done?”

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