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[ That pulls a little lovesick smile from Will. It's oddly touching. ]

I'll call him as soon as I'm there. I don't want to hang up on you.

[ But it won't be long because he's now on the same level and still running pretty fast. ]

Malcolm - pale, drawn, holding one bloodstained hand to the opposite shoulder to keep pressure on the wound - brightens immensely when Will comes sprinting into view. There’s no entrance Will can make to a room Malcolm is in without visibly lifting his day.

“I’m okay!” he promises. “I called you right away,” he points out.

Relief breaks across Will's face, followed by a brief snarl as he gets a whiff of the blood. But he manages to fight that down as he gets to Malcolm's side and crouches down next to him. He leans his forehead gently against Malcolm's and then kisses him. He's okay.

"Right after you made sure Ellie was relatively all right," Will guesses. It's not an accusation- he would've done the same. "Thank you. Let me call Edwin, see if we can get you squared away..."

He pulls up the communicator and calls.

Malcolm smiles softly in the wake of the kiss, and as Will takes out his phone to call, Malcolm leans his head on Will's shoulder and lets his eyes close for a moment.

Edwin appears in seconds, reaching out with his power to find the injury before he's even fully registered where they are. There's shimmering golden liquid splotched across his chest.

"You're not the only one who got hurt." The injury fees suddenly cool, numbed as he starts to heal it. ...Might want to mention keeping the scar.

"Damn." Will's not surprised, but it'll mean more problems for Ellie later.

But- yes. That request should probably come sooner than later. "He'd- uh, he'd like to keep the scar, if you can do that?"

Malcolm opens his eyes when he feels that cool sensation and it's a good thing Will mentions the scar, because he's distracted by the process. He tilts his head, trying to see it as he cautiously lifts his hand from the wound.

"Who else got hurt?"

"I took care of Lucifer, but I think Sebastian, and I don't know who else." He's distracted as he answers, focused on the wound and, for lack of a better word, unraveling the last bit of healing enough to let the surface scar. He's not about to argue with someone about their own body if it won't get them killed. "What happened? I was only there after the shooting started."

"Ellie convinced herself to shoot as many people as she could, because the Barge lost her Person."

Malcolm hasn't told him all that, but it's not hard to put the pieces together. It's all he can do not call Joel her father figure.

He looks up to Edwin after the wound heals up. "Thank you, for this."

“I hope it wasn’t more than that,” Malcolm says. He tugs his collar aside so he can see the scar, then grins up at Will. “It’s in almost exactly the same spot as yours.”

Edwin looks between the two of them, still rattled and spotted with Lucifer's blood.

"Do you... want me to move it?"

Will smiles back at Malcolm, then looks up to Edwin. "No, no. It's perfect. We got caught up being strange and unusual."

And since things are all right now, Will is registering the blood on Edwin. The smell, mostly. Lucifer must've been bad off. "You seem like you could use a break. You okay?"

Malcolm blinks, like he’s coming out from under a spell, and looks up at Edwin. Will’s answer is correct and he lets it stand; he’s more interested in the answer to Will’s question, as he watches Edwin with concern.

"I'm- No, I'm fine, I mean. Yes, I am. I'm fine."

Because that was both clear and convincing. He looks down at the gold spattered on himself, frowning.

"I guess I haven't- haven't dealt with that kind of violence in a bit."

The Dreamlands are hardly without violence, but it's mostly related to accidents or survival. At least in and around Ulthar.

Will give Edwin a sad smile. "This place can really be a shock to the system sometimes. When I get hit with it, I usually spend some time with some tea and my dogs."

"And we can talk about it. ...If you ever want to talk about it," Malcolm offers. He glances around. He doesn't hear more gunshots. He looks up at Will, then at Edwin, then back at Will. "We could make tea now," he suggests, reaching a hand out to Will for help up. He looks at Edwin. "Want to come over for tea and dogs?"

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