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[Not at all surprised. It's something, a very small something, he allows himself to enjoy for himself. Fuck yeah no allergies.]

...So. Movie or talking?

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I'm good like this.

[ He finishes his fist slice in a few bites, wiping his hand on his jeans. Arm around Mal's shoulder, cuddled up next to him? Yeah, he's happy. ]

Unless there was something you wanted to see?

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Okay. I mean, you could put one on if you wanted. [But apparently neither of them want to.]

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I mean the premise of putting a movie on is just so there's something to make out to. Usually.

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Do movies get you in the mood?

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You've never taken someone to the movies just to make out? Making out does not always lead to sex. Sometimes it's nice just to kiss someone, you know?

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No, no, I understand that happens. I didn't realize that's what you were going for.

So I suppose we can talk then? If you want.

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Provided you can actually talk about yourself, yeah. I'd like to. There's a lot I don't know about you.

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All right. I knew that would be the stipulation. What would you like to know?

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Favorite childhood memory.

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...What? [That was--that was out of the blue.] Uh. I, ah. I'd have to think about that one. Hm. There were some nice ones. Maybe one of the many trips to the sea. I've never really thought about it before...

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Alright then. [ He rubs his thumb in a loose circle around Mal's shoulder, thinking of something else. ] Craziest thing you've ever done, back home. Bar story does not count that was a crazy thing that was done TO you.

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Well, there was setting charges throughout the giant superweapon poised to destroy Earth, but that was much more the Captain's doing rather than mine. Risk my hide by disobeying orders to save my friend while trapped on a remotely telepathically controlled ship? Hm, no, had to get him out of a room filling with radiation, wasn't terribly much choice. Taking a shuttle with T'Pol in the middle of the night undetected to go where we weren't supposed to without telling the captain so we could save my friend and her boyfriend. Possibly that one?

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Those all count as- yeah. Pretty damn crazy. [ And all for someone else's benefit. Not at all the bullshit he pulled while not entirely in his right mind. It draws a better picture of how Malcolm's just...better than he is at being a good person. And that's kind of nice. A little intimidating, but nice. That Malcolm doesn't think anything of it is a little weird, though. ] So basically you're a big damn sneaky hero.

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Hardly. But I'm flattered you think so. Only trying to do what I felt was right.

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Kicking ass, taking names, yeah Mal, that's being a big damn hero. [ Good to see his type is still, well, his type. Curt heroic people. ]

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That's one way of looking at it. Someone else would have if not me.

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But you stepped up. That's the thing here. [ He churls his arm tighter around Malcolm for a second, a one armed squeeze. ] You really don't think much of that at all, do you?

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I do my job. I've gotten more liberal with interpreting or ignoring orders, though not as much as some. The last one was much more selfish on my part, but he was also doing good work behind the scenes of the war.

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You've never really talked about the war. Who were we up against?

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A race of aliens who were secretive, territorial expansionists. And it took a united front to take them down. No easy task in the rocky-at-best political climate.

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That sounds rough. And you were on your maiden voyage when this all went down?

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We'd already had many years to establish ourselves as a seasoned crew. Despite a number of rough spots along the way.

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Tell me about them? I've heard bits here and there but I'd like to know more. If you're willing to share.

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[He leans back with a small sigh.] I hardly know where to start. We were plagued with problems the moment we left spacedock. We got caught up in what some called a temporal cold war, which is the reason meeting people from other times doesn't exactly bother me; I'm a little bit used to it. The simple version, if there is one, is that a number of factions with the ability to travel in time attempted to alter the timeline as they saw fit, and others tried to stop them.

Every other race we bumped into were hard to get to know, if not outright hostile, or at least it seemed that way to me. Questions of when and where we should interfere or not. Mounting tensions between two long hostile races we were trying to be allies with. A lot of...nonsense with some races. When we got into our third year, a species we'd never heard of sent a probe to Earth that killed seven million people, and we had to fly into an extremely dangerous and unmapped by our allies region of space, alone, with no idea where we were going or who we were looking for other than a name, to try and stop a massive planet-destroying weapon they were building. That was a difficult year, to say the least.

I could go on. Issues with trying to make nice with the Klingons, issues with the Vulcan government, issues with our own people, attempting to broker peace between four different species, including ours, in a coalition. Increased hostile activity from the Romulans--oh, they were the lovely fellows who had a cloaked minefield where I almost lost my leg--which the Coalition tried to ignore because they were sneaky bastards who didn't leave much proof behind. Coridan Prime. The Kobayashi Maru. Columbia. Everything that led up to the official declaration of war with the Romulans.

[He looks tired. Beer? Beer. That will help. Malcolm shakes his head as if to clear it.] I'm not going to say all of our decisions through the years were the right ones, but we were the only human explorers out there just trying to figure out the unknown spaces around us. We could only do what we thought was best with the information and means that we had. So yes, we had an exciting many years before the war.