PSL: Travels outside the Barge (w/Malcolm)

[empathicfault]

Piloting their new ship is a little difficult. It takes reading the (somehow enclosed) manual back-to-front and learning the control panel, now situated in what looks like a little closet on the window side of the living room. It's in the new hallway that leads to the small courtyard, which Will intends to decorate once they get this one chore done first.

Thankfully, the majority of the controls are intuition-based, going off the person who puts their hand on a small orb on the panel. The rest, as it turns out, is tweaking. And luckily (or otherwise), no tweaking is necessary for their first flight.

They're heading to Will's home world.

But Will doesn't specify where, just a year later than he left. he inadvertently brings them to where he'd left. The door opens from a wall of Hannibal's cliffside home, and looks out onto the driveway. The Dragon's wings are still there, staining the cement. They overlook the grey day and the churning seaside.

Will finds himself stuck in the doorway, unsure whether he's compelled to walk out and remember or slam the door shut and take them elsewhere.

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[abrightboy]

Malcolm takes the bite this time. Chalk it up to the exceptionally good mood being acknowledged as Will’s most suitable spouse gives him.

He wants to be clear on the parameters of the request, though. Thankfully he has never faced chastising or recrimination from Will for wanting a request to be even more specific or explicit.

“It’s okay if you hit him, but don’t let you kill him?” he asks as they emerge, again, onto the picturesque street.

[empathicfault]

Will nods in agreement. "I get one punch. You get one, too, if you want it." He looks to Malcolm, smirks, and reaches out to take his hand. "I figure you'll know if I start walking off that path. Jack isn't the reason I went through everything I did. But...he was a very useful knife in Hannibal's many drawers. I don't intend to let Jack forget that."

[abrightboy]

“I would like to get a good lick in,” Malcolm admits, the warmth of Will’s hand in his feeling like it’s spreading through his whole body. “I know what sort of damage he did for his solve rate. You were just a tool to him. Until you fashioned him into a tool for you.”