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]

“It goes over well with a very specific crowd,” Malcolm notes with a grin. Himself, for one. And others that are… less of a support when it happens but just want to milk it like a cow full of answers. He knows about those too. “It’s not weird,” he says matter of factly, taking another little bite of dessert.

[empathicfault]

Will smiles at Malcolm, then down at his treat. "It is weird. But if you'd like to be nicer about it, you can always call it unique. I- I don't regret the way I am, not anymore. I've missed my ability to See in certain Breaches, floods. I feel adrift without it."

He finishes off his dessert and leaves the spoon in the dish. "Most of my problems were with other people misinterpreting the very clear things I would tell them, willfully or not. Hence us going to rectify the situation with one in particular."

As Will's thoughts turned to Jack, the smile slid off his face. All right, maybe he regretted not doing him in with Hannibal ages ago. It's not like any of it got any better. Jack only became more Himself with the passing of Bella. But- acknowledgement of the hurt would be enough.

[abrightboy]

"I don't want to be euphemistic about it, but I do want you to be... you." He manages one more bite, then pushes the rest of his dessert towards Will. "Also it's just really cool when you do the thing," he says with a grin. He pauses, then frowns faintly. "That doesn't sound like them, does it?"

[empathicfault]

Will grabs Malcolm's dish in one smooth motion and starts taking bites out of it. It's a pretty practiced habit, now.

At the question, he gives Malcolm a knowing smile. "Not at all. You appreciate the act. Others would merely want the results, filtered down for their particular use. You've always been fascinated with the entirety of my mind. Same as I have been of yours."

It's a trait Malcolm shares with Hannibal, and that one trait had almost been enough to cover a myriad of monstrous acts and true sins in the murderer. How can he help but be enamored with it when it comes to Malcolm?

[abrightboy]

That recognition - of what he sees, of what Will sees in him - brings the biggest lovesick smile to his face.

"Do you think he still works for the FBI?" Jack of course. "They wouldn't have fired him?"

[empathicfault]

"Oh, he'll be there. It's all he has left. The higher-ups will let him cling to that job even while they start to 'phase out' the department. No one wants his position, truly."

He tilts his head. "Although...I was thinking we could wait for him at his house. He'd never leave it, not with all that remains of his wife there. I'm sure Forensics can enjoy his shiner the day after we see him."

Besides, Will wants to be properly menacing, and he doesn't know if he'd be able to with all those agents around. He taught most of them, after all.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiles, considering it.

“No, you’re right, that’s creepier.” He glances around. “He came to this town looking for you? At your home?” He’s pretty sure he knows the answer to that question, but the one that follows it is the one he’s truly curious about and he looks at Will’s face as he asks. “What do you think your life would have been like if he hadn’t come?”

[empathicfault]

Will nods at the first question, because of course Jack did.

As for the second..."I'd still be with Molly, poorly imitating a normal man. Maybe I would've been home when Hannibal sent The Dragon to attack us. I might've killed him myself, but at least someone would've died."

The Look from a couple of customers return, but Will is too busy reconstructing how these events would play out to notice. "I can't say if I'd be too engrossed in my playhouse life to leave it or not, honestly. What I do know is- the longer I stuck with Molly, the more we'd both grow slowly dissatisfied."

[abrightboy]

“Because you couldn’t show her all of yourself,” Malcolm surmises. “And she’d know there was a wall she couldn’t get past.”

[empathicfault]

"Exactly," Will replies. "And thankfully, that doesn't exist with you. There are no great moral compromises that must be made, on either side of the aisle."

Something he hadn't entirely known until recently, but he appreciates all the more for the discovery. He finishes up Malcolm's treat with his customary offering of the last bite back to Malcolm. He's rarely taken up on it, but it's an acknowledgement that it's Malcolm's item, to do with as he wishes.

"I do want to scare the hell out of Jack," he admits, as he puts the dishes they've finished on the indicated rack and turns to leave. "But I would like you to stop me if I get too...into it." He has, at times, gotten too enthusiastic in the past. He'd blame it on the change of becoming a lycanthrope, but it's always been in him.

[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.”

[empathicfault]

Will smiles. It's not a very nice smile, but it is at least sincerely happy. He squeezes Malcolm's hand gently, turning them down an alleyway. "In this world, it's use or be used. I decided to stop presenting myself up as a stepping stone for other people's desires."

His jaw sets...then softens, slightly. "Jack had...extenuating circumstances." Bella. "But no matter what those were, I was never Jack's priority. That became inescapably clear."

He opens their door and is immediately met with happily barking dogs.

[abrightboy]

"They're always so happy to see us."

He didn't think he'd be able to feel it like he does; he'd never connected with a dog before in his previous life.

He looks a Will sidelong.

"I can't really blame them. I'm really happy to see you if you've been in a different room, too," he admits.

[empathicfault]

Will looks down as he lets out a chuckle. When he's with Malcolm, it's always a little more shy, as if he's endlessly surprised and delighted by Malcolm's feelings towards him.

"That makes all of us, then," he replies, squeezing Malcolm's hand, then letting it go to bend down and pet the dogs. Franklin seems to be a part of the pack already, wagging and stumbling his way over to the door. He comes up to Malcolm and puts his paws on Malcolm's leg, leaning against him.

Will grins and makes sure they all get a sufficient amount of pets. He can tell they're going to have to schedule a lot of dog time when they're traveling, and won't that be a luxury?

[abrightboy]

Malcolm laughs when Franklin angles specifically for his attention and he crouches to scratch behind his ears.

He looks over at Will in all seriousness.

“How did you do that? You told him he’s mine and it’s like he knows.”

[empathicfault]

"Hey, it wasn't me. Dogs are allowed to like you too, you know," he replies matter-of-factly.

He doesn't point out that Malcolm is much easier to get to, for a slower dog, now does he point out that our was Malcolm that saved him from the shelter. He just gets up, gives a couple of finishing pats to Winston and Buster, and starts heading for the console room.

"I'll drop off the phone number for Molly. Then we're headed for Virginia, to assault a government official."

[abrightboy]

When Will explains about the dog, he studies the puppy's face for a moment, like something will be revealed. But then Will mentions their next activity.

"We're fitting so much into a day!" He enthused, following Will to the console room, Franklin trailing after him clumsily.

[empathicfault]

It's easy to fit a lot into the day with this ship, and Will can't help but also be enthusiastic about their new home. He leaves the number in 'their tree' at Molly's, folded up into a flat cone shape and settled safely into a piece of broken bark.

Then he has to look through his old cell phone, because he's only been to Jack's house a couple of times. The last, Bella's misery nearly crushed him under its weight.

This time? When he tastes the stale air of dust and melancholy, he drinks it in. He opens their door into Jack's main hallway. As expected, Jack is not in. He sees the alarm pad next to the temperature controls, and he disarms it- it's fairly old and he's familiar with this model.

He opens their door again and waves Malcolm in. "We might have a long wait ahead of us. Feel free to come and rifle through his things. He certainly didn't mind going through mine, when the opportunity arose." Pointedly, he presses his thumb onto a light switch pad as he flicks the lights on. "They'll likely dust for fingerprints afterward, but I doubt you're in the database."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm grins.

“Let’s see what a self obsessed team leader keeps in his fridge,” he suggests, glancing around and heading for the kitchen.

[empathicfault]

"My guess? A box of baking soda, some sauces, and leftover pizza."

It turned out to be leftover Chinese takeout, but Will was close. There wasn't much in the fridge. The freezer, however, was full top-to-bottom with microwavable HungryMan meals.

Will's eyes flicker from item to item, cataloguing. The only charm in this place was infused by Bella a decade ago. The kitchen desk has FBI training programs and classes, the board is pinned up with new candidates, and there's a red tomato-sauce stain still on the stove.

"He's a ghost in his own life," Will concludes. "Haunting himself with his own workplace neglect. At least he holds himself to the same standards he holds others, unrealistic though they may be."

[abrightboy]

“But he doesn’t want more than that. Other people do. Or they might, but he convinces them otherwise when they’re vulnerable. Young…” He glances at Will. “Sick. Guilty.” He looks at the board. “Desperate. Ambitious. Hungry.”

[empathicfault]

Will practically takes a bow as Malcolm gets into the sick and guilty portion of vulnerability. He thankfully hasn't been either for a long time, now.

He continues Malcolm's thoughts. "Unable to say no, for whatever reason. That's his ideal. He thought he got me back by appealing to my family. Suffice it to say, he did the opposite." No going back to the FBI, no going back to the rubble of a life he'd somehow cobbled together into something functional-looking.

"I think he always knew he was sending me out there to die," he says, with a shake of his head. "At least if I got myself killed, he could be regretful to my corpse. Harder to do when a living, breathing person still exists. And when you know you're still going to use them."

He realizes his voice has gone flat. Part of this is winding himself up, but it's tipped over to being more angry and less fun. They might still be waiting a few hours, after all. "I'm going to see if we got lucky and he forgot his laptop here today."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm just follows him through the house, glancing around as they go, until he feels compelled to ask about it.

"When did his wife die?"