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[empathicfault]

"Will Graham here. Leave a message."

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[empathicfault]

"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."

[abrightboy]

“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.”

[howtheyshine]

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

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

[empathicfault]

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?"

[abrightboy]

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.

[howtheyshine]

"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.

[empathicfault]

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."

[abrightboy]

"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?"