There's no back for me Mal! I died. I'm gone. I'm dead. I bled out in my suit and D knocked me out so I wouldn't have to feel it. There's nothing to go back to.
[ His usual tenor's dropped to a low, exhausted whisper. ]
I'm....I'm done. Here's all I got left.
[ He was better about it before Delta showed up. Before Carolina. Before most everyone started dropping in like bad memories and stirring it all back up again. His hands go tight in Malcolm's shirt and he squeezes his eyes shut, forehead to Malcolm's throat. He's not looking up. It'll hurt.
But he's so damn hopeful and that's- that's rarer for Mal so he peeks. And his chin's doing this. Thing. That's sad. And small. And sad. ]
Hey- don't. Don't look like that.
[ He's allowed to be a sad mess. THat's all he's ever been, a sad little fuckup. One hand unfastens from Malcolm's shirt to reach up and rub against the weird knot of sad on his chin, trying to wipe it away with his thumb like he would tears. ]
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[ His usual tenor's dropped to a low, exhausted whisper. ]
I'm....I'm done. Here's all I got left.
[ He was better about it before Delta showed up. Before Carolina. Before most everyone started dropping in like bad memories and stirring it all back up again. His hands go tight in Malcolm's shirt and he squeezes his eyes shut, forehead to Malcolm's throat. He's not looking up. It'll hurt.
But he's so damn hopeful and that's- that's rarer for Mal so he peeks. And his chin's doing this. Thing. That's sad. And small. And sad. ]
Hey- don't. Don't look like that.
[ He's allowed to be a sad mess. THat's all he's ever been, a sad little fuckup. One hand unfastens from Malcolm's shirt to reach up and rub against the weird knot of sad on his chin, trying to wipe it away with his thumb like he would tears. ]