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I kinda figured that out awhile ago. I'm just not sure why.

[ He reaches over to curl his hand around malcolm's neck, give him a little tug close. Not going in for a kiss, just. Headbutt of love. Forehead to forehead. ]

You're fine. Really. How you are is how you are but- you deserve nice things. To enjoy good things. This could be a good ting. Even if it's never as big a deal for you as it is for me.

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[He gives a sigh and a little nod against York. He knows he's right. Just like Carolina was right. Actually changing to be able to accept that, however, is hardly an overnight job.]

Love is a big deal.

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You don't have to ever love me back, Malcolm.

[ There's a wry twist to his lips that tells just how much York's pretty sure that'll never happen. ]

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[There's a knot constricting his stomach.] I don't know what it feels like. It might pass me right by and I wouldn't even know it.

If this hurts you, we can always go back.

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I tried to take it back earlier, Mal. You wouldn't let me.

[ One time offer, no longer valid. His thumb rolls in idle circles against Malcolm's nape, slow and soothing. ]

Don't over-analyze it so much. Just...go with it. Treat me like one of your French Girls.

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I'm trying. I'm failing very miserably at it, but I'm trying. We're on this strange date, aren't we?

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Should I go put on a dress and lipstick? If that'll help I'll do it. You know I will. I have no shame whatsoever.

[ Come on, Malcolm, crack a smile. It's okay. Really. York brings up his other hand to cradle Malcolm's jaw, thumb rubbing a stripe over his bottom lip. ]

May I?

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[What--what? Dress and lip--what? Don't mind him staring in bewilderment for a bit.

Wait, there was a question in that, wasn't there?]

Sure? Not to the dress question.

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[ Oh good it worked, he stopped looking so damn SAD. Bewildered him enough to get a yes and York huffs a soft laugh before leaning in to kiss.

Like every time before it's chaste. Dry. Soft and easy and entirely up to Malcolm how it goes. ]

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[Right, kiss, that's what that was for. He'll let it go a second before he ends it.] Why a dress?

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You're used to women? I don't know, I was trying to make you laugh.

[ Have another quick, dry aftershock as he leans back a little and tugs. Getting mal a little closer? Likely.

Getting mal in his lap? Highly unlikely but let's see where the baffled brit goes. ]

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[He scoots closer.] Oh. I didn't understand where it had come from. Do you always kiss twice?

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Sometimes three times. You've never had someone you just wanted to kiss all day? Nothing more, just that?

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Usually a lot more than just kissing, but sure. Just, the last time, you did the same thing, the kiss with a little peck to follow up. I didn't know if that was just your thing you did.

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Something wrong with it?

[ Idle petting of Malcolm's shoulder and back? Initiate. ]

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I didn't say that.

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Okay, good. I just- I wanna make you happy. If I'm doing something you like or something you don't like, tell me.

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Okay. Same...goes to you. In that I want you to be happy, but I know I'm spectacularly bad at that.

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I can tell you one thing, right now, that'd make me happy. Would that help?

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You're probably going to say kissing.

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No, you're still not comfortable with that, it'd be mean.

[ Seriously, Mal, pay attention. ]

That childhood memory. You figure that out? I'd like to hear it.

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That what? ...Ah. Well, we'd moved on from that, so I haven't exactly been thinking on it. I suppose one time going down to Portland Harbour was nice. Sailing, Royal Navy history, bit of a roadtrip.

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Tell me about it? You can do better than that, Mal.

[ Just gonna scootch a little closer, rest his other hand on Malcolm's knee. See? He's interested. ]

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[Good lord, if they get any closer, someone's going to end up in the other's lap. He clears his throat and glances away in awkward memory. Right. Talking about himself. Totally easy, right?]

Well, er, I guess I can put in more detail. My grandfather took me and my father down to Portland Harbour in Dorset, a good place for sailing--national sailing team and all--and a rich history from an old though long defunct Royal Navy facility. Wreck diving, nice bit of touristry without feeling tourist-y, that sort of thing. So that's what we did, sailing around, and visiting some of the buildings and walking around while grandfather talked on and on about the naval history of the area.

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Mhm?

[ Little bit closer. Little bit closer, Knee to knee and- well that does sound really nice. He and his family never had time for those kinds of trips but it sounds like a lot of fun. ]

Wreck diving?